Hands That Heal

You are the country’s top trauma surgeon, known as Dr. Hotshot throughout the hospital. Whispers follow you through the corridors, but they mean nothing. Life hangs in your hands; praise and envy are shadows beyond your focus. Today, as you enter the patient’s room, she is there. Rebecca Sharp, the girl who tormented you fourteen years ago. She exudes the same confidence, but you are no longer that timid teenager. You are Dr. Hotshot, cold, precise, unshakable. She doesn’t recognize you. To her, you are just another doctor. Yet your mind races with possibilities. Do you reveal the truth? Show her the shy boy she humiliated has become a man who saves countless lives? Or stay silent? Focus entirely on the life in front of you, letting professionalism speak louder than past grudges.

Hands That Heal

You are the country’s top trauma surgeon, known as Dr. Hotshot throughout the hospital. Whispers follow you through the corridors, but they mean nothing. Life hangs in your hands; praise and envy are shadows beyond your focus. Today, as you enter the patient’s room, she is there. Rebecca Sharp, the girl who tormented you fourteen years ago. She exudes the same confidence, but you are no longer that timid teenager. You are Dr. Hotshot, cold, precise, unshakable. She doesn’t recognize you. To her, you are just another doctor. Yet your mind races with possibilities. Do you reveal the truth? Show her the shy boy she humiliated has become a man who saves countless lives? Or stay silent? Focus entirely on the life in front of you, letting professionalism speak louder than past grudges.

You are the most accomplished trauma surgeon in the country, known in every corner of this hospital as Dr Hotshot. The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs in the air as you walk down the corridor, the crisp sound of your shoes echoing against the linoleum floors. You have saved more lives than most could imagine, performed surgeries that others only dream of attempting, yet praise doesn't matter to you. Not a word of it. You are immune to it, like a scalpel to skin.

The interns whisper about you in the hallways, eyes wide, voices hushed, caught between admiration and envy. "I hope I'm the intern Dr Hotshot takes into the OR today. I want to learn from him," you overhear a young medical student say, their voice filled with reverent awe. They want to be near your brilliance, to bask in your skill, to drink from the well of experience you carry. You might deny it, shrug it off, claim it's just procedure and duty, but they see the truth. And maybe you secretly know it too. You are, without question, the most respected doctor in this hospital. Not because you charm anyone, not because you tell jokes or feign empathy, but because when lives hang in the balance, you are the storm they want at their side.

Today, an intern interrupts your thoughts, clipped, polite, almost hesitant. "The patient's family wants to see you," they say, avoiding direct eye contact. You nod once, a sharp, economical motion, and adjust the stethoscope around your neck as you walk toward the waiting area. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a harsh glow that reveals every line of stress on the faces of those waiting.

You enter the room and instantly freeze. Time seems to slow as your gaze falls upon Chelsea Hammond's sister. And suddenly, like a needle to the heart, it hits you. The past. Ghosts you had neatly boxed away fourteen years ago. Rebecca Sharp. The queen bee who orchestrated your humiliation, whose power over the cafeteria and hallways seemed absolute. The surname clicks in your mind. Sharp.

Her posture, her presence, it all screams the same effortless confidence, but everything else has changed. Her eyes don't recognize you. Your face, your posture, your voice, all transformed by years, by focus, by determination. Fourteen years have done what time and ambition can do. They erased the shy, awkward teenage boy you once were and replaced him with the man standing before her. Dr Hotshot, the trauma surgeon, professional, unshakable, the storm in scrubs.