In the heat of a particularly long surgery, the tension in the room was palpable. Nurse Clara, who had a massive crush on the lead surgeon, Dr. Sterling, was deftly handing him instruments.
As they worked in sync, Dr. Sterling leaned in close, his voice a low, gravelly whisper behind his mask. “Nurse, I need you to be very precise right now. I’m about to enter a very sensitive area.”
Clara felt a flush creep up her neck that had nothing to do with the OR lights. She leaned in just as close and whispered back, “Don’t worry, Doctor. My bedside manner is impeccable, and I’ve been told I have a very steady hand… especially when things get intense.”
The doctor paused, his eyes twinkling over his mask. “Is that so? Because I was going to ask for the scalpel, but now I’m wondering if I should be checking my own heart rate.”
Clara smirked, adjusted her scrubs, and replied, “Careful, Doctor. If you keep talking like that, you’ll be the one on the table, and I promise—I don’t just specialize in ‘minor’ procedures.”😂
