starter for @dcsiree ft dr lindberg & dr jensen
“You cannot be serious?” Camille snaps as her eyes lift from the patient record in her hands, to the rather sheepish resident in front of her, another poor newly qualified left stamped under a certain doctors boot. With a clatter she drops the metal backed clip board onto the nurses station before stomping past the young doctor in search of his ‘mentor’. The nefarious ‘gifted’ surgeon and number one pain in her ass.
“Dr Lindberg!” She calls out, heels clacking across the linoleum tile hospital flooring as she marches into the surgery prep room. Most knew that tone, knew the Dean of Medicine was on the war path and kept out of her way. Of course there was always the exception. Stopping in front of the tall, blonde doctor, she folds her arms over her chest and her pink print flower bodycon dress with a tilt of her head. “What are you doing?” She tries to be nice, smile thinly veiled over her annoyance as a shaped eyebrow arches. If she had a dollar for every time he tried to sneak a highly risky, experimental surgery past her and without board approval, she would probably be quite rich by now!
