Flack-Max

Logan gripped his stethoscope tightly, trying to hide the pain he was feeling in his body, specifically his stomach. The attractive 24-year old doctor knew this wasn't a scenario of bacterial gastroenteritis, but something a whole lot deeper. As he sweated, the stunningly hot doctor that patients desperately tried not to flirt with, thought to himself that he wasn't necessarily a sight for eyes at the moment. In his light blue scrubs with a black tee shirt underneath, he was drenching through them, wet spots becoming very apparent. He was discretely grateful he was working the midnight shift, where the hallways were a ghost-town and the vast