Stitches
Starter for @sheithfromvoltron
“Congratulations on that surgery the other day, Shirogane.”
Shiro looked up from his charts to see the Chief of Surgery walking up to him, a pleased grin spread across her lips. He managed to smile back through his exhaustion, setting his clipboard down on the counter of the nurse’s station as he turned to her. “Thanks, Chief.”
Chief Allura Arus crossed her arms over her chest and gave a slight tilt of her head, a gesture that meant one of two things: either you’d pissed her off or made her proud. Shiro was glad to be on the latter end of that spectrum. “Eleven straight hours,” she commended. “You’re a champ. That kid’s going to live a long life, thanks to you.”
“And my team, ma’am,” Shiro added, feeling his own touch of pride at how well his interns had done throughout the whole process. They had come a long way from when they started a year ago. Especially one in particular, Dr. Keith Kogane, who had scrubbed in to assist him four hours into the surgery, committing himself to its completion seven hours later.
“Ever the humble surgeon,” she chuckled. She patted him on the shoulder before turning to leave. “Keep up the good work, Hero.”
Shiro scoffed, trying not to roll his eyes at the nickname that had unfortunately stuck with his colleagues. Truth be told, it just made him feel like an ass, like others would think he actually relished in the praise. It certainly wasn’t why he chose this job. Shiro picked up his charts and leafed through them as he strode down the hallway.
