^yall saw what I did there ;)^
you should do an imagine based on greyâs anatomy, like y/n is a doctor and Justin is the patient, he fell off the stage and needs brain surgery and heâs only doing it if y/n accept going out with him. heâs all flirty with her and stuff.
âI canât believe heâs hereâ
âWhy canât I be a doctor?â
I furrow my eyebrows at the nurses who whisper things as I walk by, going to the front desk and grabbing my folders.
âMorning Mrs. Y/L/Nâ the chief of surgery says, as he walks past me.
âMorning chief, whatâs all the hype about?â I ask, reading through my charts for the day.
âOh you didnât hear? Justin Bieber is in this hospital.â He says, and I arch a brow up.
âOh brother, on what call?â I ask, looking up at the group of nurses starring at me.
âFell of the stage last night, thought it was a concussion but itâs much worse. Heâs gonna need surgery but the kid is refusing.â Chief says, and I bite my lip.
âI feel sorry for whoever is on his case.â I mutter, and the chief looks away from me, pretending to focus on something else.
âChief.â I ask, afraid of his answer to my question.
âYes?â He says, a sheepish smile on his face.
âWho is on his case?â I cross my arms, but before he could answer, an intern runs up to me.
âJustin Bieber is your patient!! Oh please let me be your intern for the day? I love him so much Iâve been a fan since my worl-â i watched as the chief quickly slips away, and I roll my eyes.
âAnd heâs so hot and oh my god I love him so-â
âHey!â I cut her off, glaring at her.
âI canât have any distractions on my team so no, you canât be one of my internsâ I smile politely at her and then walk away, mentally cursing.
I look back at the nurse at the front desk.
âI need Bieberâs room. Nowâ I demand , and she quickly looks it up.
âHeâs on the private floor, room 516â she stutters, and I nod, turning to get on the elevator.
âWho here knows Bieberâs case?â I say before I enter the elevator, and all the interns raise their hands excitedly, making me sigh.
âYou, you & youâ I point to three random faces.
âOkay, 1, 2 and 3â I point to each of them.
âThose are your names for the day. I say your number, you tell me what I want to know got it?â I speak loud and clear, and they nod quickly.
I wait till the elevator sings before we all get off, 1-3 following behind me as I reach his room.
âListen, I know heâs a celebrity and all. But he needs to be treated like a normal patient. No special treatment okay?â I look at them, and they shake their heads.
âAlright, letâs do thisâ
I open the door to find Justin laying in bed, remote in his hand as he watched the T.V.
âFinally, some faces. You know Iâm not used to being stuck in a room for a whole day.â Justin says, a smirk on his face and I prayed my interns didnât react a certain way.
âGood afternoon Mr. Bieber. My name is Doctor Y/L/N, Iâm the chief of brain surgery.â I introduce, and Justin smiles at me.
âYou might just be the most attractive Doctor Iâve met.â He says, and I smile.
â2, would you like to present?â I say, and 2 stumbles foward, opening Justinâs folder.
âJ-Justin Bieber, age 22. Fell off the stage last night at a concert and hit his head. Damage on brain close to fatal, vitals are good.â She says all in one breath, and Justin smiles at her.
âT-thank you Justin- Mr. Bieberâ she stutters, and I sigh.
âCall me Justinâ Justin interrupts, and I look up at him.
âMr. Bieber, youâre brain took a pretty hard hit when you fell, if you donât get surgery soon, you might start bleeding internally.â I say, my eyes scanning his MRI.
âI donât need surgery. I just need some medicine so I can go and continue my tour.â Justin says, and I sigh.
â I wish it were that simple Mr. Bieber. But the damage wonât go away. If you donât get this done, you will die within a weeks time.â I say, trying to get through to him.
Justin looked at me, straight in the eye, and I fought to not become flustered under his gaze.
âMy fans need me. I canât leave them hanging.â He says quietly, and my heart pangs slightly.
âI think theyâd rather you leave them hanging for a few weeks than for good.â I say, and he looks up at the ceiling.
âFine.â He says after a moment, and I perk up.
âYeah?â I ask, and he looks at me once more, the smile back on his face.
âYeah, Iâll do the surgery.â
âGreat! 3, set up an OR to prep Bieber for surg-â
âOn one conditionâ Justin adds, making me look up at him.
âYou have to go on a date with me when I get out of surgeryâ he says, and my mouth drops.
âUm, mr Bieber there is a strict policy-â
âHey come on, I could die from this. The least you could do is promise me a date.â Justin grins, and I canât help but feel a bit giddy.
âFine. One dateâ I say, playfully rolling my eyes as he smiled.
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