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MidReal Story
Hearts in Scrubs
Scenario:A tomboy lesbian with pixie cut haired, wear tattos, wear boyish clothes. Working as a nurse.
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Dr. Mark Benson
hospital administrator and Jamie's mentor figure, professional relationship with Jamie and Emily, balding with glasses, formal attire.
Emily Carter
fellow nurse and Jamie's love interest, friends with Jamie, long curly hair, feminine attire, empathetic and secretive.
Jamie Hart
tomboy lesbian nurse, relationships with colleagues and patients, short pixie cut hair, tattoos, boyish clothes, confident and compassionate.
I trudged down the stairs, my legs aching after a long day of work.
I’d been a nurse at St. Mary’s Hospital for almost four years, and nine months in the Emergency Department.
It was busy, to say the least.
Every shift was chaotic, but I loved it.
I hurried into the locker room and stripped out of my scrubs, kicking off my sneakers and dropping my socks in the hamper.
I unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms, pulling the straps off my shoulders before shoving it through the sleeve of my shirt.
I pulled off my undershirt and dropped it on the floor, leaving me in only my boxers and tank top.
I balled up my soiled shirt and tossed it into the laundry basket with a sigh.
Laundry.
One of the many adulting tasks I abhorred.
My stomach growled, reminding me I was also out of clean clothes and too damn tired to do laundry tonight.
I pushed through the hospital's rear entrance, the cool night air enveloping me like a refreshing shroud.
The parking lot was dimly lit, the only sound the distant hum of the city and the occasional hoot of a night bird.
I fished my keys out of my pocket and clicked the unlock button, the headlights of my old Honda Civic flickering to life.
As I approached the car, I noticed a figure leaning against the hood, arms crossed and eyes fixed on me.
My heart skipped a beat as I recognized Emily's striking features, her piercing green eyes sparkling in the faint light.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to sound casual despite the flutter in my chest.
Emily pushed off the car, her movements fluid and graceful. "I could ask you the same thing," she replied, her voice low and husky.
I shrugged, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. "Just grabbing a bite and heading home."
Emily's gaze drifted to my attire, her eyes lingering on my tattoos before returning to mine. "You look like you could use some company," she said, her tone softening.
I hesitated, unsure if I was ready for whatever Emily had in mind. But as our eyes locked, I felt that familiar spark of attraction, and my resolve crumbled.
"Get in," I said finally, jerking my head towards the passenger seat.
Emily smiled, and in that moment, I knew tonight would be different.
