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'y/n why aren't you in your scrubs yet we are literally about to do surgery?',
Jackson asked walking into the attending lounge, I looked at him slightly confused as I was literally holding my scrubs in my hand,
'Jackson I am quite literally about to so while you're here you can watch the door for me',
I said to him, he let out a slight breath before closing the door and standing against it looking directly at me. I smiled slightly before shaking my head at him, I turned away from him and faced the window, I heard him sigh slightly before taking my scrub top off,
'what's that?',
Jackson asked extremely confused, I looked back at him confused. He walked toward me and put his hand on my back running his fingers directly over my scar, I flinched slightly not used to people touching my scar,
'uh just from when I was younger',
I said to him, he still didn't take his hand off of it,
'no it's not y/n and I know that for two reasons, firstly I've seen you naked before and this definitely was not there and secondly I'm a doctor I can tell that it's a fresh scar',
Jackson said to me, I let out a shaky breath,
'I had a kidney transplant; that's why I went on leave',
I said to him, he looked at me shocked before looking at me concerned,
'sorry what?',
He asked me again, I sighed letting out a large breath. I pulled my scrub top down and shook my head at him before sitting back down on the couch,
'I had a kidney transplant; I'm sick Jackson',
I said to him, he looked at me extremely shocked and still somewhat confused,
'why didn't you tell me y/n?',
Jackson asked me, I shook my head at him,
'Jackson I've been dealing with this for as long as I could remember and I have learnt that burdening people with my problems and having them worry about me isn't my job',
I said to him, he looked at me slightly hurt by what I had said. Jackson sat down on the couch next to me, he grabbed my hands,
