As they're talking, a nurse rushes in, breathless. "Doctor Hayden, we've got a patient just came in, she's critical!"
Hayden's expression turns serious, and he grabs his lab coat. "What's the situation?"
The nurse's words come out in gasps. "Female patient, mid-30s... gunshot wound to the chest... bleeding heavily..."
Hayden's eyes snap into action, and he rushes out with the nurse. Owen's eyes widen, and he grabs Hayden's stethoscope, following them out.
Outside, the scene is chaotic. The patient lies on a gull, blood pumping out of her chest. The nurses immediately get a glove for Hayden as he approaches.
Hayden snaps into action, wearing the glove and a face mask. The female nurses cover the patient's breast as Hayden starts operating on the patient, his movements swift and precise.
Owen watches, mesmerized, as Hayden works to stabilize the patient. He's never seen anything like it before. Hayden's confidence and skill are palpable, and Owen can't look away.
The tension is palpable as Hayden works, his eyes focused on the patient's wound. The nurses move swiftly, anticipating his every need.
Owen's eyes are fixed on Hayden, his admiration growing by the second. He didn't know Hayden was this... capable.
Hayden's voice was calm, but firm, as he asked Owen to pass him the scalpel. But Owen was frozen, staring at the array of tools on the tray, unsure which one to pick.
Hayden's patience wore thin, and he reached for the scalpel himself, his hand brushing against Owen's as he took it. Owen's heart skipped a beat as their skin touched, and he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body.
The next few minutes were a blur as Hayden worked tirelessly to stabilize the patient. Finally, the patient was wheeled into the operation room, and Hayden followed, beckoning Owen and the other doctors and nurses to join him.
The surgery was intense, with the patient's life hanging in the balance. The monitor machines started beeping erratically, and the room was filled with tension. Owen felt his anxiety rising, but Hayden's calm demeanor was a reassuring presence.
Just as things were starting to get desperate, Owen accidentally cut his finger on a sharp instrument. He winced in pain, but Hayden didn't seem to notice.
Time seemed to slow down as the patient's monitor flatlined, and the room erupted into chaos. But Hayden remained unflappable, his eyes fixed on the patient.
And then, in a moment that left everyone stunned, the patient's heart started beating again, and the monitor machines returned to normal. The room collectively gasped in relief, and the tension dissipated.
As the other doctors and nurses breathed a sigh of relief, Hayden stripped off his gloves and walked out of the operation room, leaving the rest to be done by other senior doctors, his eyes fixed on Owen. "Follow me," he said, his voice low and commanding.
The door to the resting room swung shut behind them, and Hayden tossed his gloves into the trash can with a practiced motion. Owen followed suit, Hayden told him to sit, Owen sat down wondering Maybe he's trouble again, that Hayden is going to scold him for what happened
his eyes fixed on Hayden as he walked over to the small cabinet and pulled out the first aid kit.
Hayden's expression was unreadable as he knelt down in front of Owen, his movements economical and precise. "Show me your hand," he said, his voice low and gentle.
Owen's heart skipped a beat as Hayden's warm fingers wrapped around his, gently lifting his hand for inspection. The touch sent shivers down his spine, and he felt his face heat up as he realized Hayden was focusing on his injured finger.
The sting of antiseptic made Owen wince, but Hayden's soft "sorry" and gentle touch made him relax. He watched, mesmerized, as Hayden worked, his dark head bent over his hand, his eyes focused intently on the task.
As Hayden cleaned and bandaged his finger, Owen felt a wave of emotions wash over him. He hadn't expected this, hadn't expected Hayden to be so... gentle. The sight of Hayden's dark hair, bent over his hand, sent a pang through his chest.
Hayden looked up, his eyes meeting Owen's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Owen felt like he was drowning in those dark eyes, his heart pounding in his chest.
Hayden's eyes crinkled at the corners as he asked, "Finger hurting?"
Owen shook his head, his face a picture of innocence. "No, it's fine."
Hayden's smirk was slow and deliberate, and he reached out, his fingers wrapping around Owen's injured finger. Owen's eyes widened as Hayden intentionally squeezed, a tiny bit harder than necessary.
"Ah!" Owen yelled, his face contorting in pain, trying to pull his hand back but Hayden held firm.
Hayden's chuckle was low and husky. "I thought you said it wasn't hurting."
Owen glared at him, his eyes watering slightly. "You did that on purpose!"
Hayden's grin was unrepentant. "Maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to see you react."
Owen huffed, trying to sound put out, but a smile was creeping onto his face. "You're mean."
Hayden's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'm just getting started, Owen."
The air was thick with tension as they locked eyes, the atmosphere in the room shifting, becoming charged with something Owen couldn't quite put his finger on.
Hayden's eyes held Owen's, the tension between them palpable. Owen felt like he was trapped, his heart racing, as Hayden's gaze seemed to bore into his soul.
Suddenly, Hayden's phone rang, shattering the moment. He pulled it out of his pocket, his expression unreadable as he glanced at the screen.
"Excuse me," he said, his voice low and smooth, as he answered the call.
Owen took the opportunity to catch his breath, his eyes never leaving Hayden's face as he listened to the voice on the other end.
As Hayden listened, his expression grew more serious, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I'll be right there," he said, his voice firm, before hanging up the phone.
He looked at Owen, his eyes intense. "I have to go. Patient's condition has taken a turn."
Owen nodded, his face set. "I'll come with you."
Hayden's eyes flickered, a hint of surprise, before he nodded. "Alright. Let's go."
As they walked out of the resting room, Owen felt a sense of purpose wash over him. He was in this now, all in, and he wasn't going to back down 😊.
Time skip few hours later
Owen shift ended early than usual so he went home
As Owen walked into his apartment, he was greeted by the familiar sight of Blake's photos adorning the walls. He couldn't help but think about Hayden, the way he had looked at him, the way he had touched him. He snapped out of it, slapping his cheeks.
"Stop it, Owen," he whispered to himself. "You shouldn't be thinking about him. Besides, you love Blake."
He put his things down and started cleaning his room, trying to distract himself from his thoughts. After an hour of cleaning, he put air freshener in the room, turned on the AC, changed his clothes, and lay on the bed with his phone.
He sent a message to Blake: "Hey, it's me again."
Meanwhile, Hayden was still in the hospital, working on his computer. His phone buzzed with Owen's message. He typed back: "Hey, secret admirer."
Owen smiled and typed: "So, you remember?"
Hayden's fingers hovered over the keyboard before he typed: "You're too special to forget."
Owen's heart skipped a beat as he sent a heart beating emoji. Hayden smiled and sent a happy emoji with a love heart.
Owen blushed and typed: "I'm going to sleep now. I have work tomorrow. I don't want to be late, or my mean boss will scold me."
Hayden typed: "Okay, good night."
He put his phone down on the desk and leaned back in his chair, sighing as he ran his hands through his hair. Maybe he should tell Owen it was him, not the real Blake he was hoping for. The thought lingered in his mind as he stared into space