On your second date, Austin surprises you with a visit to a secluded river, where the chemistry between you intensifies. As the water rises, so does the closeness, and without swimsuits, you both embrace the moment, the tension building with every touch. The night unfolds in a blur of passion and connection, leaving you both drawn closer than ever.
Includes : smut,pet names,p in v
Part one:
💬 2 🔁 3 ❤️ 37 · A slice of rome ·
Summary:
On a first date in Rome, you and Austin share pizza and playful banter at a cozy pizzeria
Part two of a slice of rome but can be read separately
It was the second date, and Austin had something special planned. You’d already spent a magical day together, but tonight felt like it was going to be different. He’d been leading you through a trail in the quiet countryside of Rome, with a mischievous smile that suggested he knew something you didn’t.
“Where are we going?” you asked, trying to hide your excitement.
He glanced at you, his gaze soft but playful. “Patience. It’s a surprise.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You’re really going to leave me hanging, huh?”
Austin smirked, clearly enjoying your curiosity. “You’ll see soon enough.”
After a short walk, you found yourself standing at the edge of a secluded river, the water glistening under the dimming sky. The air smelled of fresh earth and water, the setting peaceful but undeniably intimate. Austin’s grin widened as he turned to you, eyes sparkling with a mix of pride and something else.
“So, what do you think?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.
You could hardly contain your awe. “This place… It’s incredible.”
“I thought you’d like it,” he replied, stepping closer to the water. Without another word, he dipped his toe in, testing the coolness. “Come on, let’s go in.”
You hesitated, glancing down at your outfit. “You didn’t tell me to bring a swimsuit,” you pointed out, amused but also intrigued.
Austin chuckled, a relaxed yet teasing sound. “Who needs one? We’re in Italy. It’s warm, the water’s perfect, and no one’s around.”
His carefree attitude was contagious. A part of you felt a thrill at the idea of doing something spontaneous. You could tell that the night was about letting go, and you weren’t about to hold back. With a quick laugh, you kicked off your shoes and stepped toward the water.
The cold water sent a jolt through you as it crept up your calves, and you laughed softly, feeling a little lightheaded. You followed Austin into the deeper parts of the river, each step more challenging as the current tugged at your legs.
Austin was close behind you, his presence steady and comforting, but there was something else in the way his gaze lingered on you—a quiet intensity that you couldn’t ignore. You could feel his eyes scanning your outfit, lingering just a moment too long on the way the fabric clung to your skin as you waded deeper into the water.
“I warned you,” he said, his voice low, almost like a dare. “The water’s deeper than you think.”
You glanced over at him, trying to mask the slight flutter of nerves in your chest. “Yeah, I noticed.”
At that moment, the ground beneath you shifted, and the water rose higher, up to your waist. You instinctively took a step closer to Austin, who was already reaching for you, his strong hand gripping your arm. His touch was grounding, but there was something else there—a spark that seemed to pass between you with every brush of your skin.
The current tugged at you both, and for a second, you felt a rush of fear. You weren’t sure if it was the depth of the water or the way Austin was looking at you now—like he was seeing you in a way he hadn’t before. His hand slipped to your waist, fingers brushing the bare skin of your back, and you felt a rush of heat, completely out of place in the cool water.
You clung to him instinctively, trying to steady yourself, but the closeness only intensified the charge between you. His breath hitched for a moment as your body pressed against his, and you realized how little space there was between you now. The air between you was thick with something unspoken, something more than just the playful tension that had defined the start of the night.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice low and hushed. The heat of his breath against your skin made your heart race, and you could feel your pulse quicken as his hands moved to steady you.
You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. “I know.”
Austin’s gaze lingered on yours, the playful spark still present, but there was an intensity now, a shift in the dynamic that made everything feel more real. Without thinking, you moved closer, your bodies brushing beneath the water as you found your balance together.
It was a moment suspended in time, the world around you fading into the background as the only thing that mattered was the connection you shared. The playful energy was still there, but it was layered with something more, something raw and unspoken.
Austin’s hand rested lightly on your back, his thumb brushing over your skin as he held you steady. “You know,” he said, his voice a little raspier now, “I didn’t expect to get this close.”
You smiled, your heart thumping in your chest. “Neither did I,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
His thumb stroked your back again, and for a split second, it felt like time had stopped. The tension between you two was palpable, the space between you so charged that it almost felt like you could reach out and touch it.
Austin’s hand moved up to your shoulder, his fingertips grazing the back of your neck as he took a step closer. The air seemed to thicken with the need for something more—something unspoken and undeniable. He leaned in slowly, his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your lips.
And then, without warning, he kissed you—softly at first, but with a hunger that quickly built. His lips were firm, warm against yours, and you responded instinctively, your hands finding their way to his chest. The kiss deepened, each movement drawing you closer, your bodies pressed against each other in the cool, rushing water.
Every touch was electric, each brush of skin sending waves of heat through your body. The water around you seemed to fade as everything else blurred into the background. You clung to him, your heart racing as the kiss grew more urgent, more intense, until you were both left breathless.
Austin pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he panted. His hands were on your waist, holding you steady, but the intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured, his voice rough.
You smiled softly, your fingers trailing down the front of his shirt. “I think you might be doing the same to me ”
He let out a low laugh, his hands slipping to your back once more as he pulled you closer, the tension between you two growing with every passing second. The kiss resumed, more urgent now, and you found yourself lost in the heat of it all—the water, the night, the electricity that had been building from the moment you first met.
In that moment, nothing else mattered.
The air was thick, the heat between you and Austin growing more palpable with each passing second. The water around you swirled, a quiet reminder of the world outside the bubble you two had created. You could feel his pulse racing as your hands explored the solid muscle beneath his shirt, and it only seemed to intensify the magnetism that drew you closer.
Austin broke the kiss for a moment, his eyes dark, the intensity of the night settling in. “You’re…you’re incredible” he whispered, his voice thick with desire but also something deeper—something more genuine.
You couldn’t respond at first. All you could do was hold his gaze, your chest heaving with every breath. You were suddenly aware of how close you were, how perfectly everything felt in that space, in this moment. The river no longer seemed cold, and the world around you felt like it had narrowed down to just the two of you.
“Don’t stop,” you said, the words barely more than a whisper.
He didn’t need another cue. Austin’s hands slid to your hips, pulling you closer, if that was even possible. His lips met yours again, this time with more urgency. The kiss was deeper, fiercer, a wordless communication of the tension that had been building between you two from the very beginning.
Your body pressed against his, the heat of his touch sinking into your skin, and you responded eagerly, your hands sliding up to his neck, tangling in his hair. The sound of the water rushing around you seemed distant now, drowned out by the sensation of his lips on yours, the way his body reacted to yours, how your hearts seemed to beat in sync.
Austin’s hands traveled lower, his fingers lightly grazing your sides as if testing the waters, and you felt your own pulse quicken. The way he was touching you—slowly, deliberately—sent a thrill through you, a mixture of anticipation and something darker. You wanted more. You needed more.
He pulled back, eyes locked on yours, his breath shallow. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough but filled with care.
The question, though gentle, only spurred you further. You could see the storm of emotions swirling in his eyes—desire, but also a vulnerability that made your heart skip a beat.
You nodded, your lips curling into a teasing smile. “I think you know the answer to that.”
Austin’s lips curled up in that signature smirk, the one that always made your heart race. His hands moved to your back, pulling you in even tighter, until your bodies were so close you could feel the heat of his every movement.
For a long moment, you just stood there, bodies pressed together, the world spinning around you, until Austin’s lips brushed against your ear. His voice was low, almost a growl. “This is crazy.”
“Crazy good,” you breathed, your hands tracing his jaw, bringing his face back to yours. The kiss that followed was everything—desperate and tender all at once, a release of everything you both had been holding back since the first moment you met.
But then, suddenly, the current tugged at you again, pulling you both off balance. The water rose higher, more treacherous, and before you could catch yourself, you felt the ground beneath your feet shift.
Panic surged for a second, and before you knew it, you found yourself clinging to him for support. Austin steadied you instantly, his hands wrapping securely around you, his fingers brushing your bare skin as he pulled you against him.
“Easy,” he murmured, his voice comforting, but the heat in it was unmistakable.
You felt a rush of adrenaline—the current, the closeness, the tension that had been building—and everything seemed to swirl together. You clung to him tighter, heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with the water or the current. His lips were at your neck now, his breath warm and unsteady as he kissed you again, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every moment.
Every touch, every press of his body against yours, made everything else seem insignificant. You felt weightless in his arms, as if nothing mattered except the connection between you two. Your hands roamed across his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, and a deep groan escaped his throat at the touch.
“God,” he breathed, pulling back slightly to look at you. His gaze was darker now, more intense than before. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
You smiled softly, feeling the same electric current flowing between you. “I think I might.”
Austin’s hands moved to your back again, his grip tightening as he pulled you closer. There was no space left between you now—just the warmth of his body, the heat of his touch, and the undeniable chemistry that was pulling you toward him like gravity. The kiss resumed, and this time it was even more urgent, as if the night itself was demanding it.
Your bodies moved together in the water, the tension mounting, until you both paused again, breathless, the world around you a blur of sensations and emotions. For a moment, you just held each other, the weight of everything sinking in.
“I don’t want this to end,” Austin whispered, his forehead resting against yours.
“Neither do I,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion, the reality of the moment sinking in.
And as you stood there, wrapped in his arms, you both knew that this night was only the beginning.
He kissed you again but this time in a hungry way like he couldn’t get enough of you.
The words slipped out before you could stop them, raw and breathless:
“I want you…all of you.”you said between kisses
Austin stilled instantly, like the words had hit him like a punch to the gut. His arms tightened around you, every muscle in his body going rigid. His dark, stormy eyes locked onto yours, searching, as if he needed to be absolutely sure he hadn’t imagined it. You could feel the tremble in his hands where they gripped your waist, a sign of the restraint he was barely holding onto.
“Baby,” he rasped, his voice low and rough, thick with both need and reverence. “Are you sure?”
Instead of answering, you cupped his jaw with trembling hands and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips against his in a kiss that left no doubt. His body responded immediately, a guttural sound rumbling deep in his chest as he wrapped you tighter against him.
The river surged gently around you, cool against your overheated skin as he lifted you with shocking ease. You clung to him, your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling the solid strength of him under your fingertips. He carried you through the water, never once breaking the kiss, until your back met the soft, damp grass of the riverbank.
Austin hovered over you, breathing heavily, his forehead pressed against yours as he took you in. His fingers brushed along your cheek, tender, almost worshipful.
“Look at you, my beautiful girl,” he whispered, his thumb tracing the curve of your bottom lip. “So perfect… So fuckin’ perfect.”
The way he said it, so full of wonder and raw hunger, made your heart stutter. You threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging gently until his mouth crashed into yours again. His hands were everywhere now — sliding up your sides, tracing the line of your ribs, mapping your body like he was committing you to memory.
Everywhere he touched, fire bloomed across your skin.
Slowly, almost torturously, he pulled your wet clothes from your body, baring you to the night air. You shivered — partly from the cool breeze, but mostly from the heat in his gaze as he looked down at you.
“Christ, sweetheart,” he breathed, running his hand down your side. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
You arched into his touch, craving more, needing more.
“Then die happy,” you whispered against his lips.
Austin let out a strangled chuckle, but there was no more laughter when he kissed you again — this time slower, deeper, pouring all of his unspoken feelings into it. His hands were gentle but firm as he explored every inch of you, his touch reverent, almost possessive.
“You’re mine,” he murmured against your skin, pressing kisses along your collarbone, down your chest, worshiping every part of you like you were something sacred. “You hear me, baby? All mine.”
“All yours,” you whispered back, threading your fingers through his damp hair, pulling him closer. “Always.”
When he finally slid into you, the world seemed to tilt. You gasped, clinging to him, feeling him everywhere — the stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming rightness of it.
Austin cursed under his breath, a sound of pure reverence. “Fuck… you feel so good, angel.”
He moved slowly at first, savoring every second, every gasp and moan he pulled from you. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath mingling with yours as your bodies found a rhythm that felt inevitable, fated.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, brushing sweaty hair back from your forehead. “My sweet girl… look at you.”
Every movement, every kiss, every whispered word made your heart ache in the best possible way. You wrapped your legs around his hips, urging him closer, deeper, needing to feel him completely.
“Faster, baby,” you breathed against his ear, and he groaned like he was coming apart just from the sound of your voice.
Austin’s control slipped then — his thrusts grew harder, more urgent, but still so careful, so devastatingly tender. You met him stroke for stroke, moaning his name into the night, until the pressure built to an unbearable peak.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Come for me, baby girl. Let go.”
With a shattered cry, you did — the world exploding into white-hot pleasure. Your body convulsed around him, and Austin followed with a raw, broken moan of your name, collapsing against you as he spilled into you, burying his face against your neck.
You lay tangled together in the grass, trembling, panting, your hearts beating wildly in sync.
For a long time, neither of you moved, too wrapped up in the aftershocks of what had just happened. The river murmured softly nearby, the stars blazing above, the cool night wrapping around you both like a secret kept just for the two of you.
Austin shifted first, brushing soft kisses along your jaw, your cheek, your lips, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.
“My girl,” he whispered, his voice still thick with emotion. “My beautiful, brave girl.”
You smiled sleepily, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his bare back. “Yours,” you murmured again, the word feeling more real now than it ever had before.
He tightened his arms around you, holding you so close you could feel every beat of his heart. “I’m never letting you go, baby,” he said, voice rough and certain. “Never.”
And as you lay there, wrapped up in Austin ,in the safety of his arms, the strength of his love , you knew deep in your bones that you didn’t want him to let go.
SUMMARY: My name is Patrick Bateman. I'm 27 years old. I live in the American Gardens building on West 81st Street in New York City. I work as a surgeon at St. Pierce's Hospital—one of the most upscale medical centers in Manhattan—which happens to be owned by my father. And even though I hate my job, sometimes I can find a little bit of fun in making the experience of my patients in the hospital really unforgettable. Not to mention the dozens of missing nurses who definitely regretted crossing the threshold of St. Pierce's Hospital, but who cares—I was the best thing that ever happened to them.
CONTAINS: Swearing, medical procedures, evil plans, gaslighting, pain, blood and injury, interns & internships, power dynamics, flirting, perversion, pet names, Patrick Bateman's POV.
WORDS: 2.4k
A/N: Hello my dears! This story is based on Hospital AU by @peepoo79! Since the first day I saw her Hospital AU comic I was obsessed with this idea so I decided to write it! Since I am not a doctor myself, some things might not be that accurate to medical standards, but I am always open to critique. As always, I hope you enjoy it! Also, many thanks to @mothhmannn for the amazing Patrick art!
LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [AO3].
October 28, 1987.
Today started so shitty that I didn't even want to go to work, but how could I? I was a fucking surgeon who was supposed to save lives, and when I finally arrived at St. Pierce's Hospital, several nurses crowded around me and started bitching about some shitty stuff I didn't even care about.
"Dr. Bateman, your intern has arrived and is waiting for you in your office," one of the nurses said, handing me a folder of papers. "They seem to be very shy, so please treat them right."
Scowling, I took the papers and nodded. "Uh…Thank you."
Without further ado, I walked past another nurse and down the long corridors, avoiding all of my coworkers as I tried to concentrate on the music blaring from my Walkman headphones. Stopping at the door to my office, I made sure my hair was neatly slicked back before opening the door and stepping inside to see a beautiful person sitting in the chair. The blue medical uniform fit them so well that I even wanted to compliment them, but I stopped myself and just offered them a handshake instead.
"Well, hello there, my name is Dr. Bateman," I smiled and continued to examine my new plaything. "It's...uh...nice to see some young blood in our hospital these days."
You were embarrassed so quickly, probably from such a warm welcome, which was more of an exception for me than a regular thing.
"Thank you, Dr. Bateman...it's an honor to be your intern," you replied politely, trying to hide your nervousness as your hands visibly shook. "This hospital is so...amazing! Literally everything I have seen so far is amazing...including this office!"
The office did look luxurious. Everything screamed wealth and prestige, including the wooden desk and a high-end clock on it, the way you looked at the white leather couch in the corner of the room probably sent shivers down your spine, and somehow I really hoped it did.
"So...when can we start?" You asked as you watched me flip through your portfolio, my face stoic, blank, and absolutely unreadable.
As I stopped flipping through the documents and frowned to add some tension between us, I looked at you stealthily out of the corners of my eyes, and when I saw you chewing on your lower lip, I smiled in wicked satisfaction, but that smile never reached my eyes.
"It's very inspiring that you're so eager to get started," I said, placing several pages on the desk, then picking up my Montblanc pen to make some notes. "I see you've been studying pretty well...considering your grades."
Another shy chuckle fell from your lips at my words. "Oh, I did my best," you replied, settling more comfortably in your chair. "Although I didn't really want to reflect on my college years."
"Why?" I asked, writing down all the personal information I could get from your file, including your address, phone number, blood type...
"It was..." your voice wavered and you paused, causing me to look up at you again. "...hard as hell."
"As it should be. Our jobs require hard work as we carry a huge responsibility on our shoulders," I grinned, closing the folder before I could see the name of the college. "So where did you study exactly?"
Just as you were about to answer, a loud knock on the door rang through the office and I couldn't help but grumble in anger.
Can I have a break, for fuck's sake!
"Come in," I almost barked, my attention shifting away from you as I saw a nurse - one of the hottest hardbodies in our hospital - walk in. "Courtney? What happened?"
"Dr. Bateman..." She walked over to my desk, completely ignoring your presence.
"Yes, Courtney?" My patience was about to explode if she didn't answer right away.
"I know you told us not to bother you with non-emergent cases, but other surgeons are busy," she stammered as our gazes met, her blue eyes seeming to brighten even more. "We have a girl whose hand is so full of broken glass, can you please examine her?"
I sighed before glancing quickly at you, a little impressed that you still hadn't said a word. "Does she have insurance? How old is she?"
"Uh," Courtney hiccuped, looking at the patient's medical card. "I checked her insurance, it's valid and... she's nineteen."
"Nineteen?" I replied, suddenly feeling excited. "Well, I think this can be a good start for your internship. What do you think?"
Courtney seemed to finally notice that we were not alone, her plump lips pursed back into a thin line, and I really wanted to laugh at her reaction, but I told myself to stay professional.
"I'm ready when you are, Dr. Bateman," your suddenly confident voice sounded so challenging that it struck a chord in my chest and brought back a long forgotten feeling of thrill. "I'm sure we'd make a great team under your guidance."
How sweet.
I managed to hold back puke at such a silly, saccharine statement. It reminded me of the cliché every doctor used whenever someone asked them why they chose to work in a hospital.
'Oh, we want to save people's lives! And we're not doing it because doctors have almost the highest salaries in the country!'
I grinned insistently, reveling in my own sense of superiority. "All right then," I stood up and put on my doctor's coat over my custom-made scrubs with my initials on them. "Courtney, give the medical card to the intern."
The woman froze in shock. "But...but I thought I would assist you..."
I rolled my eyes as I checked myself in the mirror, adjusting the collar of my scrubs and pulling up the sleeves a bit to reveal my Rolex. "I think I made it very clear that your help won't be needed this time.”
If we were alone, I would probably just boff her before doing my work and that would help me get rid of her until the next time, but hell no, now I had a pain in the ass. And why should I have to teach an intern when I didn't even ask for one?
Meanwhile, you were waiting for me at the door, holding a medical card to your chest as if Courtney or I were about to snatch it from your hands. After I was completely satisfied with my appearance, I pinned my ID badge to my chest and walked to the door, trying not to stare too much at Courtney's ass while she was doing something at my desk that I never really bothered to know.
"You know what," I stopped suddenly before leaving. "Wait for me here," the blonde nurse turned to look at me, still bent over the table. "We'll discuss your new assignment."
A few minutes later, we finally entered the Surgery Division, and since you were a newbie here, I had to guide you all the way, telling you some things from time to time, and at some point I realized that I didn't really hate it, because I could blather on about being a super professional surgeon, and this whole place being mine.
Just like the whole hospital.
"I think this is our ward," I muttered and opened the door to let you in. " C'mon, don't be shy." I pushed you forward a bit before closing the door behind you.
The patient—a young red-haired girl with big green eyes whose tight top stuck to her chest so that her nipples poked out—looked at us the moment we entered the ward.
"Oh, finally," she mumbled in sheer annoyance, her right hand covered in blood-stained bandages. "I was beginning to think everyone had forgotten about me."
Still nervous, you cleared your throat and quickly looked down at the medical card. "Sorry for the long wait, Miss...Miss Ray," you managed to smile, even though you looked like a patient who was afraid to get treatment, but not her, "My name is (y/n) and this is Dr. Bateman, he's one of the best surgeons in this hospital."
One of the best?
Your slightly incorrect comment made me furrow my brow, but in the next second I was smiling seductively at the girl whose scrutinizing look I couldn't miss. She was pretty attractive, hell, just the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra made her attractive.
With practiced ease, I put on medical gloves after washing my hands very meticulously. Then I glanced at the patient's medical card, not taking it in my hands, but letting you hold it for me.
"Can I take a look?" I finally asked, taking a seat next to the examination table and putting the mask on. Carefully I began to unfold the bandages, the little whimpering the girl made gave me undeniable pleasure. "Well, that doesn't look too bad," I said when I could finally see the wound, and several pieces of glass had sunk quite deep into her flesh. "How did you manage that?"
The girl blushed as I began to examine her forearm, moving higher up to her shoulder, though it wasn't really necessary. I just loved how soft her skin was, as much as I could tell by feeling it through the elastic material of my gloves.
"I...I accidentally broke the mirror." She replied, her breathing uneven and her pulse quickening as I took a moment to check her. "My name is Liza, by the way."
I chuckled charmingly before turning to look at you, as you stood behind my back, watching my work very intently. "Can you bring me forceps? And...a scalpel?"
"Scalpel?" You replied a little confused.
"Yes," I confirmed and repositioned Liza's arm for better access. "And I'll also need a suture kit."
The girl tensed at my words that I would need a scalpel. "Is it...necessary?"
"Hmm?" I hummed, asking her a silent question while you busied yourself with preparing the instruments.
"A scalpel...are you going to make an incision?" Liza asked, giving me a pleading glare, her fear was palpable in the air and I couldn't help but savor it.
"I just want all the instruments to be close by in case I have a need for them, that's all. Now please relax." I murmured this with fake sympathy before resuming the examination, pressing down on one of the shards and making Liza whimper. "Shh, it's okay."
The redhead frowned in pain. "It hurts...doctor...it hurts so much!"
When I heard you return, I removed my fingers from the wound. "All right, no nerve damage and that's good." I smiled, obviously lying, my hand was already extended, ready to take the forceps.
"Your forceps, doctor," the way you said 'doctor' made my eyes glow with a mischievous spark. "Clean and sterilized, just like the scalpel and suture kit."
"Very well," I replied, feeling a chill in the metal in my hand. "Put them here," I tapped the spot on the examination table, wondering how you would do that. "And where's your mask?"
Confused, you stuttered. "Oh...yeah...sorry," you mumbled in embarrassment before putting on a mask. "I'm still a little nervous."
Liza knitted her eyebrows in a skeptical way that almost made me burst out laughing.
Okay, now I'm really starting to like this.
"Don't worry, my pill fairy," I watched you place a metal tray with instruments on the spot I showed you. "It's your first day in the hospital...it's...always a little nerve wracking."
As soon as I said it, you stopped in your tracks, and even though your face was covered by the mask, I was pretty sure you were so damn embarrassed that I was going to burn my finger off your cheek. You didn't make any comments though, which made me a little frustrated, but I didn't show it, I took the forceps more comfortably in my hand and began to remove the broken glass from Liza's shaky arm. The way I used the instruments was always mesmerizing - a work of art - as some nurses said, including Courtney, but today I was trying my best because I wanted to impress you. Shard by shard, I took them all out without causing any pain, something I usually couldn't find anything to be proud of.
"Done," I muttered, throwing the last piece of glass into the steel bow. "You took it so bravely."
The redhead smiled tiredly, trying not to look down at her hand. "Thank you, Doctor."
"You're welcome, sweetheart," I allowed you to clean the wound with the antiseptic and dab it with a swab. "It's my job, after all. Now, (y/n), can you please show me how you were taught to make stitches?"
"Of course, Dr. Bateman," you replied without hesitation, and this kind of obedience seemed to become my personal drug.
Standing up, I took a moment to admire how your uniform accentuated all of your curves, especially the roundness of your ass and the arch of your hips.
Shit, maybe I shouldn't have let Courtney stay in my office?
With these thoughts I leaned against the white wall and took off my mask as I suddenly felt a strong urge to smoke, luckily I still had the box of cigars my father had brought me from Cuba. I imagined inhaling the sharp scent of snuff when Liza's sudden whimper pulled me out of my trance.
"Can I have an anesthetic?" She asked, squirming in her place as she watched you prepare a suture kit.
"Just a local one," I muttered, a bit annoyed. "That will be enough. (Y/n), what should you do before using anesthesia?"
My question made you freeze. "Ask the patient about any allergies?"
"Right, but in this case you can find all the information on the medical card," I took off the gloves and took the card in my hands. "Well, I don't see anything that would prevent us from using bupivacaine."
As Liza sighed with relief and I watched you take a syringe, I had to admit that I was amazed at how carefully and attentively you worked.
Maybe you're not gonna get kicked out of the hospital as fast as I thought.
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