Dr. Young, you're needed in OR 3

Tala rolled her necked before standing up throwing on her white lab coat before tossing her hair up into a ponytail. She was exhausted and after being on for 10 hours and it being almost 5 am just made her short fused. 

She took a deep breath before opening the door from her office to find her intern already walking towards her. She smiled at the young woman, Emily. Her energy practically radiating off of her. Emily walked over still smiling widely and looking as shiny as a new penny. 

"Good Morning Dr. Young."

"Morning Emily"

The bubbly girl hands over the file and steps in line with her as she begins flipping through it. This has been her life for years now. She walked out of medical school as a top notch general surgeon and was in high demand in Florida. She went straight on to one of the top hospitals in Miami. She had went through residency here before becoming the head of general surgery. Now she has Emily finishing her internship with plans to go to Tampa where her family resides. 

"Thomas James, age 34, laceration to his neck and arms."

"According to the medics that brought him in, he was rambling nonsense." Emily interjects making Tala nod her head. 

"Drug induced?" Tala asks already knowing the answer. 

"Labs are still coming back but yes by what we can tell."

Tala nods her head going to the elevator. Emily jumps in beside her pushing the button to the third floor. Emily begins bouncing on the balls of her feet making Tala chuckle lowly at her. Emily turned grinning wildly. 

"My parents are coming for the weekend and I'm excited!"

"I can tell." Tala muses at the girl. 

Tala was not much her senior. She was only 24 with Emily being 22 in her final year of residency. She was happy to have a pupil like Emily. So full of life and the drive to succeed. She was excellent in her lessons and worked well with the staff as well speaking to the families of the patients. 

"I'm sorry Dr. Young, it's just been a while since I last saw them."

"I understand Emily."

"What about your family?" Emily ask turning to her. 

Tala gives a tight smile and clears her throat. "I don't have any remaining."

"Oh, I'm-"

"Let's focus on the patient." Tala says cutting her off giving her a nod in the process. 

"Absolutely Dr. Young," Emily takes the hint stopping the conversation. 

The elevator doors open and they walk through all the chaos the hospital offers. Lab coats and blue scrubs all around as many heads turn to Tala . She was told many times that she could easily be a model due to her looks but she never wanted to be dependent on something that could so easily fade away. Beauty comes and goes but knowledges remains. 

Walking to the scrubbing sink she begins scrubbing her hands as Emily steps beside her doing the same still smiling. Looking through the window, they find a few nurses working around the unconscious patient. With fresh gloves on, they both walk into the air locked room. 

"What do we got?"

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"You can do this Duke"

He looked into the mirror that's dirty and covered in grime as the sound of a toilet flushes behind him. He drops his head taking a deep breath trying to push himself up. He was nervous, he had never performed live. Yes it was in a run down bar, and yes no one really cared on open mic night but it had to start somewhere right?

He took a deep breath glancing back at the mirror once more before running his fingers through his hair. He was aware that he was attractive, it was no secret with how easy he could come by a women for the night. His current occupation apparently even more a turn on for women. Who knew a woman loved a man that worked on cars?

Next up is Duke Tucker. Everyone give him a warm greeting!

A few people clapped as he stepped onto the small stage. His eyes going out to the crowd of college kids and a few drunks lingering around the bar. He clears his throat turning to the guy handling the stereo to the side giving a jerk of his head. His hands rubbing together as the music starts. 

He begins to sing the familiar tune that had so much meaning to him. His eyes begin roaming as he realizes a bunch of people are actually listening, enjoy his voice. He tries to forget about all the eyes set on him as he continues singing. The crowd getting louder and singing along with him. His voice carrying through out the dark room and he can't help but feel like this is the start of something for him. 

Once the song ends, the room goes quiet. For a split second, everything just stands still. Duke can feel his heart beating in his ears as he stands there frozen. Then all at once, the crowd roars in applause clapping wildly. He felt himself release a breathe before a brilliant smile appears on his lips. He stood there soaking in that moment, capturing it to remember. 

He walked off stage with people patting his back and shaking his hand before he walked over to the bar area. The bartender giving him a free beer for the performance. The crowd going back to their own conversations as he drinks up his victory beer. He never thought he was good enough but his coworkers convinced him to give it a shot. 

"That was... a hell of a performance."

He took the beer away from his lips to find a man leaning against the bar beside him. The man sticking out like a sore thumb around the other patrons. He doesn't say anything but raises an eyebrow at the unknown man. His hand coming out towards Duke. 

"Name is Rick... Rick Dean." Duke decides to shake his hand. The man grins at him back before reaching in his pocket with a card in hand. "I liked your voice Mr. Tucker. It had a hard raspy edge to it that would be perfect for our label."

Duke takes the card flipping it over to look at it. It was a legit record company. Rick takes a seat beside him waving down the bartender. Duke stays quiet flipping the card continuously in his hand before turning his body in the stool to the new man. 

"Please call me Duke."

Rick grabs his beer holding it up. Duke grabs his as well as they clink them together. 

"Nice to meet Duke."