Historias de Sterileprocessing

Sterile processing was never supposed to be this complicated. You're the coordinator who keeps the entire OR running. Always elbow-deep in instruments, blasting music in decon, and surviving on iced coffee and pure spite. Your only real companions are a judgmental black cat named Meme and three chaotic coworkers who would hide a body for you without asking questions. Then the new OR Director walks in. Satoru Gojo is brilliant, infuriatingly charming, and completely impossible to ignore. One meeting, one poorly timed joke, and suddenly your carefully controlled world starts unraveling. Stolen moments turn into late nights. Late nights turn into something neither of you planned on. Between department disasters, overprotective friends, a near-fatal accident, and a threat that could destroy both of your careers, the two of you keep choosing each other anyway. It's messy. It's loud. It's the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it and refuses to leave. Some things can't be sterilized. And some hearts refuse to stay professional.