Dr. Tyson froze the moment he noticed Chance. The audacity he must have had to try the look, and pull it off splendidly. It was hard for Dr. Tyson to look at Chance at the moment, but it was even harder to look away.
Seeing his jaw dropped like that, Dr. McGrath followed his gaze to see Chance dancing around to music. "Yeah, in this weather I didn't expect him to go to Tarzan either. He has a high heat tolerance or something." Dr. McGrath shrugged.
"He is practically naked." Dr. Tyson pointed out with a gulp. "And here I thought there were no strippers." And with that Dr. Tyson turned around to get his gun.
"He is not a stripper"! Dr. McGrath shouted before he headed back to warn Chance about the incoming strippers jokes he mig
Who let the heater on here? Huh?!
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
There was a moment of awkward silence and peace in the car where no one said anything. While they laid there simply catching their breaths and taking in the fresh breezy air from the window that was open just a little bit. “You let your car get messy huh”? Chance chuckled as he laid on his back as Dr. Tyson laid above him due to lack of space. “Shut up.” Dr. Tyson snickered. After a moment of silence he mumbled, "Sorry I tore your... costume." He mumbled. "You might not get your refund." "I was never gonna get a refund in the first place." Chance scoffed at Dr. Tyson. "Why"? Dr. Tyson frowned. "Because, I didn't rent it" Chance shrugged.
"Chance? What are you doing here? I thought you had the day off". As soon as Dr. Tyson noticed him, he uttered. "I forgot my phone" Chance shrugged simply, as he put his phone inside his pocket. "How did you know he had his day off"? Dr. McGrath asked. Chance’s eyes widened while Dr. Tyson retained his calm. "He mentioned yesterday." He shrugged simply. "Oh." Dr. McGrath nodded, without putting much thought into it. "Anyways, have a great trip" Dr. McGrath wished Chance before Chance nodded and exited the scene. "Trip"? As soon as Chance was out of the door, Dr. Tyson couldn't help himself but ask. "Yeah, I think he is going back to his hometown for a coupl
It was around eight when the duo finally reached their destination. On the way, Chance offered to switch with Dr. Tyson to which Dr. Tyson reluctantly agreed to. After a certain amount of time not driving, Dr. Tyson was the one who fell asleep. Moreover, he even started to snore, indicating how tired Dr Tyson must have been to sleep thus peacefully in the car.Suddenly, Chance found the gesture by the doctor even more endearing. What he couldn't stop wondering was why Dr Tyson was going at such lengths? Sure, he had received Dr. Tyson’s explanation, but Chance couldn't help but feel like this wasn't enough. Moreover, his repeated act of kindness was followed by distancing from the former, so Chance was almost certain that Dr Tyson would try to push him away once more.Chance shook Dr Tyson gently as they wer
Eventually the duo did move to the bed and remained there for quite a while, naked and awake after the session they just had. Staring at the ceiling, questioning almost everything at the moment. “You are gonna ignore me again?” Chane couldn’t help but ask. Dr Tyson was quiet for a moment, before he whispered, “Again”? “Everytime, you do something remotely nice for me… you avoid me. As if you are trying to balance your behavior.” “Nice”? “You brought me here.” Chance clarified. “I didn’t mean to ignore you.” Dr Tyson mumbled, “It’s just… you can be a lot sometimes.” “Says the one who constantly berated me when I was working with him.” Chance scowled.
“Okay, remember, do not forget to have at least two major meals daily! You keep getting thinner.” Mrs Lopez scolded her son coupled with a slap on his arm as she bid her son farewell.“Ouch, mom.” Chance rubbed his arm where the hit landed. “Trust, I make sure I eat whenever I get time.”“Clearly you are not eating healthy!” Mrs Lopez narrowed her eyebrows.“Mom, as a doctor, believe me I am very health conscious.” Chance tried his best to convince his mother.“Like doctors don’t get sick!” Mrs Lopex scoffed. “Listen to me young man, just because you have become a doctor don’t you dare try to act smart with me.” Mrs Lopez continued to scold Chance.
The next morning, after his orientation and an hour of duty, Chance took a break to head off to the orthopedics department. Surprisingly enough, Dr Milo McGrath was on a break, so the senior most resident present there was Dr Terrence Tyson.As for Chance, he could really feel his neck growing stiffer, and unable to bear it for much longer he decided to go get it checked out. He ran into his fellow interns who were quite happy to see him, before he headed to the residents suite. He knocked twice (which was standard for any intern) before he walked in.Dr Tyson who was alone in that room with his glasses on and everything looked up from a report to see Chance. “What are you doing here?” He asked while taking a good look around him.“My neck and shoulders…” Chance mumbled.
Chance woke up in the middle of the night, after having slept for a really long time. He didn’t know exactly when he drifted off, but it was one hell of a sleep. He tried to recollect a few things as it felt important, and thus he tried a bit harder. All he could recall was getting up to open the door to Dr. Tyson.What happened after that is pretty much blurry to him. He does remember getting annoyed, and annoying Dr. Tyson in the process, but he was still vague on the details. Taking out his phone he sent a text to Dr. Tyson. {Were you in my apartment? Did I do anything weird?}He got up and tried very slowly to move his shoulder. The pain had subsided quite a bit, but he still needed to give his right side a rest if he were to recover. He wanted to eat some homemade food, but cooking at this mo