lottie and spencer @beneathoaktrees
it has been too long since she'd worked a cardio rotation. finally. finally. finally. is the chorus that chants inside her head when the word magically appears on her schedule like a divide scripture she had memorized in a sunday school and has hidden itself in the folds of her brain, dormant but never fully forgotten. never mind that the odds that she would hold a scalple let alone someone's heart were so low not even the most desperate gambler would take.
at least she'd have a chance to wedge her foot in the door. so she puts on a smile and enough make up to hide the shadows under her eyes and tries to play the part of a fresh faced newcomer. eager to learn from whoever is willing to teach her.
"Dr. Kent. I'm your intern today." With any luck, her resident missed her shouting match with the ER nurse last week. Not that Lottie's banking much on her own luck these days.
Spencer looks up from the documents he's reviewing, eyes tracing over the intern. There's a sarcastic comment burning on his tongue, but he holds it back, hearing someone's voice (probably Tess') telling him to be nicer. Nicer to her meant different things to him, though, so he returns to looking at his paper and flips it to the intern. "Patient has elevated tropinin levels. What does that mean?" he awaits her answer for all of a second before adding: "Tick, tock. And here's a hint, the nurses aren't gonna tell you shit if you yell at them, so try not to piss them off before you're my intern. It's annoying."


















