Theo had never really had a set plan for his life. He was the youngest of three in his family, born to two doctors. So... it was only natural for him to be a doctor too, right? It took a long time for him to make up his mind, but after a couple months in basic training, he finally saw a future for himself. He wanted to be a surgeon. After years and years of schooling, the young man was almost there. That is... until he decided to enlist to seek a better opportunity. He’d spent just over two years in the Army, and learned a hell of a lot in his time away. However, there really is no place at home.
Upon getting back to Boston, he secured a job at the same hospital that his dad did his residency, and the staff were thrilled to have a Brooks back on staff. He was a natural talent, a quick whit and often too smart for his own good. It’s what made him great at what he did.
On this particular night, he was the trauma surgeon on call. Theo spent a lot of time in the ER, and tonight was no different. They had a few people come in from a car accident that thankfully only resulted in a few stitches, and then a few drunks that needed to be put on IV’s. But apart from that, it had been a pretty calm evening.
“Doctor Brooks, we have a woman in bed nine. Twenty-seven, has some bruising but a stab wound that needs tending to,” she hands over the clipboard. The man skims what he can, and nods his head, making his way towards the curtain and pulling it back, beginning his usual spiel. “Good evening, I’m Doctor Brooks, what seems to bring you in this evening?”
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