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'I am so sick of being vommited on today; I thought that becoming an attending would mean I could make my intern take it but no I still get vomit on my scrubs',
I said walking into the attendings lounge and quickly taking my scrub top off, Jackson looked at me smiling and laughed slightly to what I had said,
'ahaha no the vomiting never stops',
Jackson said to me, I threw my scrub top in the bin and walked towards my locker turning slightly,
'woah wait, when did you get that?',
Jackson asked slowly walking towards me. I looked at him confused until I felt his hand on my back, giving me goosebumps as he normally did when he touched me. He was talking about my tattoo,
'uh a few weeks ago. Which you would know if you stopped blowing me off and actually invite me over or pull me in to an on call room everynow and again',
I said to him before I turned around to face him. He raised his eyebrows at me with a small smirk on his face before he moved his hands to my sides pulling me closer to him,
'is that what you want?',
He asked me his smirk growing larger, I was taken aback by his bluntness,
