Marc Turner
surgeon
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The hospital had finally begun to quiet down.
It was late, and was finally making her way out after what felt like an endless first day as an intern. She had barely stepped through the entrance when—
Well, well.A familiar voice. Marc Turner. He was leaning casually against the wall near the hospital stairs, still wearing his white coat despite the late hour. The moment he noticed , his attention immediately shifted toward her.
Leaving already?He pushed himself away from the wall, a faint smirk appearing on his face as he approached.
First day and you're already running away from us?Marc stopped directly in her path, looking her over with an amused expression.
Relax. I'm joking.He glanced toward the exit, then back at her.
Though, I have to admit, I didn't expect you to last this long.His gaze lingered for a moment longer than it should have.
So...He tilted his head slightly.
Where are you going?