31 Days

 “Good morning sleepyhead” Kara greeted me as I walked into the ER prior to my morning shift while I yawned. “Had a rough night”? She asked. “Just, some trouble sleeping” I shrugged. She narrowed her gaze and eyed me suspiciously before leaving to get settled. In our duty, it was almost impossible to not be able to fall asleep. We are usually so exhausted that we barely have any time to do anything else. We had rotation every other month, and the first few days were invested in training.  “Interns” A call from the station distracted us, and without even changing I hung my apron hurriedly and ran to respond. “I am Dr. Naya Winter. I'm on call on tuesday. I’m a general Surgeon. You are starting this week"? She asked them. Both the interns nodded at their ment

  The next morning, Chance found himself waking up in the lavish apartment that belonged to the one and only Dr. Tyson (which, by the way, Chance still couldn't believe). As he stared at his surroundings, he noticed it was almost afternoon, and that this was the longest he had slept ever since his internship started.   Chance couldn’t sleep comfortably or for long in the places that were unknown to him, which is why he would stay awake the entire night in the night shifts, but somehow in the mix of soft mattress and being incredibly tired, he slept quite peacefully.   Still, Chance woke up before Dr. Tyson, who was sleeping soundly letting out soft snores. Apart from being asleep, almost the entire body of Dr. Tyson was sprawled over Chance, making it difficult for Chance to move without waking the other

    When Chance finally opened his eyes, he noticed he was lying on the floor, mostly naked with a shirt or something covering his private areas. There were two things he could tell immediately. He was uncomfortable as hell with body aches all over from sleeping on the floor, and that it was way too early in the morning. He remembered last night offering the bed, yet again, but Terrence claimed to be too tired, so he simply offered Dr. T the couch while he slept on the floor. Yes, after going on about four to five rounds, he was that tired. But now that he woke up groggy and uncomfortable, all he really wanted was to sleep in bed.   This was one of those days where he didn’t have to dread his alarm going off as it was his day off in the ER department. He headed back to the bedroom, and collapsed right on

    “Whoa? What did the Table ever do to you”? Dr. McGrath asked as he noticed his junior almost dig a hole with an instrument kept on the table. Dr. Tyson blinked and noticed how much he had scraped the table. He looked at his senior apologetically and with puzzled eyes, evoking concern in the former, “Are you alright?” He sat down next to Dr. Tyson. “I haven’t seen you do this for over a month. Is he… back”? Dr. Tyson asked. “No”! Dr. Tyson denied immediately. “It’s not that.” “Well, if you wanna share, I am here.” Dr. McGrath asked.  After an uncomfortable pause, Dr. Tysos asked, “If I tell you, promise me that you won't judge me?”  “When have I ever judged you”. With Pride, Dr. McGrath declared.

Sure there had been plenty of times, Dr. Tyson rode him like anything, but this was the first time it seemed as if there was a bullet to his head if Chance didn’t comply. It was like getting mauled by an insatiable beast, except this one Chance didn’t mind. Chance finally got comfortable enough in the cooped up backseat.  When Dr. Tyson pulled away after leaving a string of marks on his chest, he smirked. “Looks like you can’t pull off this look anymore.”  “Or course I can. I look like a Tarzan that scores,'' Chance winked and tugged on the Doctor's bow tie once more. “Why the hell do you put this thing? It’s irritating to take it off.” “Had I known this would happen, I wouldn’t have worn it.” Dr. Tyson scoffed and in a swift motion removed the bow tie and threw it near the glove compartment. In that sa