Thread: Some R&R in HR (Arjayoh x Sketchyequine)

Sam went about her usual morning routine checking in on patients, filling out patient charts, and scheduling surgeries for the rest of the day. It was the usual grind for a young doctor like herself. Many of the specialists were already operating, but seeing as she specialized in trauma most of her bloody work took place in the later hours of the day. However, paperwork was just as important as the surgeries. Patient care from start to finish was of the utmost importance to any doctor worth their Salt. Samantha was no exception. She never complained about the more tedious parts of her job or cursed her responsibilities. Sam was a good doctor. However, meeting the new head of HR meant no Starbucks, and that got on her nerves. A girl needed her coffee. She sat in the conference room on the administrative floor of the hospital in her scrubs and lab coat, a clipboard laying across her narrow lap. She waited, surrounded by her colleagues fully expecting some middle aged man to walk in and start muttering about how he was going to fix all that was wrong with the hospital. They had all heard it before and, honestly, not a single nurse or doctor in that room looked even the least bit enthusiastic about this meeting. After all, it was eating into everyones free time a precious time in any hospital. It was painted on everyones face up until the new HR rep walked in. And boy, did he draw the attention of every woman in the room. Most of the nurses looked lovestruck, the female doctors intrigued. But Sam? Her mouth fell open in shock for just a moment before she closed it once more and just slid down in her chair and cupped her hand over her brow in a meek attempt to hide her face. It was pointless. Scott honed in on her almost immediately. There was no doubt that he recognized her. In fact, every time she glanced up at him she met his eyes. Was he staring at her? It made her bite down hard on her lip in nerves for the remainder of his short speech. Once most of the room had cleared out, Sam stood and approached the head of the table where Scott stood, a sheepish smile in her lips. Hey there stranger. If I didnt know better Id thank you planned this. She quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her bosom. The scrubs left plenty of room for imagination as they hung loosely over her figure with very minimal skin showing and certainly not any cleavage to speak of. Being a doctor didnt exactly come with a sexy uniform, but Sam still wasnt a bad looking woman with her read curls pulled back and her green eyes shining through the light amount of makeup sge wore. She leaned back against the table casually as she looked up at Scott. You know youd be better off if you were fifty years old and ugly. The nurses here are going to eat you alive in that suit. She teased. Sam Still had about half an hour left of her break, so she wasnt in any hurry to get back. She would rather spend a bit of time with Scott before her scrubs were covered in blood. She owed him that much after accidentally blowing of his text that weekend. Look. Im sorry I missed you Thursday. To be honest I was rolling around in my underwear and watching Netflix for entirely too many hours. I just needed to stay in this weekend. As you can imagine my day-to-day around here can be pretty hectic.