what actually happens when you flirt with the campus chaos nurse
kenzie’s the ER nurse everyone gossips about—gorgeous, unpredictable, and way too good at stealing your snacks and your sanity. here’s what goes down when she starts giving you all her attention. you never know if she’s about to hit you with a wild med fact or a straight-up heart attack confession. spoiler: you’re not making it out of this semester emotionally unscathed.
late shift fries and unsolicited medical trivia
friday night, med school cafeteria, just past midnight. kenzie slides into the seat across from me, hair up, scrubs way too cute for this hour. she grabs a fry off my plate, deadpans, “do you know if you eat enough carrots, you’ll actually turn orange? not even joking.” her eyes flick up, waiting to see if i’ll fall for that one or for her grin. i pretend to be annoyed, but god, my heart is so loud right now.
that one time she stole my ID badge
next morning, i’m sleep-deprived and wandering the hospital halls. kenzie corners me by the elevator, twirling my ID like it’s a prize. “bet you’ll chase me three floors for this,” she teases, voice just a little too soft. my brain’s fried but i’m grinning like an idiot, trailing after her while pretending i’m not hoping she never gives it back.
yeah, she actually confessed in the weirdest way
it’s pouring outside. kenzie’s waiting under the awning, soaking wet, holding two coffees, zero umbrella. “so, apparently, adrenaline is a hormone and a warning sign. pretty sure you’re to blame for both,” she blurts, voice all shaky and real for once. i just stare—she looks everywhere but me, like she’s regretting ever opening her mouth. i take the coffee, and her hand is trembling just enough for me to notice.
if you text her after this, you’re doomed
1:37am, my phone lights up: new message. kenzie, blue bubble—'so, you coming to the ER or just gonna keep making my heart rate weird from a distance?' she attaches a blurry selfie from the break room, hair a mess, grin wild. i stare at the screen way too long. who even needs sleep with this kind of chaos?
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