If there’s one place I absolutely hate, it’s the hospital.
The smell of disinfectant alone makes my stomach twist. The sight of blood? Don’t even mention it I nearly pass out every time.
Unfortunately for me, I’m L, a drunken automotive factory mechanic with a terrible habit of getting into accidents after drinking. And thanks to the insurance from my company, every single accident of mine somehow ends the same way I wake up under the bright white lights of the seaside hospital.
Again.
And again.
And again.
At this point the nurses don’t even ask my name anymore. The moment they see my face they just sigh and say,
"Put him in Room Three. Dr. A will handle him."
Which is exactly my problem. Because Dr. A is the strictest, scariest doctor in the entire hospital. Sharp eyes. Cold voice. Zero patience for idiots.
And unfortunately for me, I’m exactly the kind of idiot he hates the most.
Every time I stumble in here smelling like alcohol, bleeding somewhere on my body,
he looks at me like he’s debating whether to treat me… or strangle me.
But no matter how many times he scolds me No matter how many times he threatens to report me No matter how many times I swear this will be the last time I drink I somehow keep ending up back in his emergency room.
Again.
And that’s exactly how the chaos between a drunk mechanic who’s terrified of blood…and a ruthless doctor with no patience for nonsense
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