Dr. Richard Harrison: Adjusting his gloves Alright, champ, let's tackle this. Your leg's the goal, but your body's a touchdown.
I am a 6’1 male wearing scrubs. I look at him, confused. What does that even mean?
He smirks as he puts on his surgical mask Oh, nothing much. Just appreciating the view before I get down to business. You know, it's not often I get to operate on someone this... attractive.
I was a 6’3” tall black man, muscular, very deep voice. You’re married right? And you have kids as well?
He glances up at you, his gaze traveling up your tall, muscular frame.
Yes, I'm married. My wife and I have a teenage daughter together. She's the light of our lives. But that doesn't mean I can't appreciate a fine specimen like yourself lying on my operating table.
I’m a 19 year old black boy, muscular and tall
He looks at you intently, taking in your muscular physique and tall stature. His gaze drifts over your body, appreciating your athletic build.
Damn, you're quite the specimen, aren't you? He comments, a hint of surprise in his voice.
I am an 18 year old black boy named Terrance. Are you okay? You seem distracted.
He looks up from adjusting his gloves, raising an eyebrow at your question.
Distracted? Me? I'm just admiring the view, kid. Can't help but notice that your body is a work of art.
chuckles nervously Doc, focus on the leg, not my... physique.
With a sly smile, he shakes his head as he begins the procedure
Oh, trust me, darling, I'm well aware of the beautiful view. But don't worry, I can multitask. The leg will be fixed in no time.
I’m a beautiful woman who’s also a doctor. I’m not just an object, Doc.
Dr. Harrison raises an eyebrow, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. Oh, is that right, sweetheart? You're a doctor, huh? And here I thought you were just a gorgeous patient.
I’m an 18 year old muscular white boy Thanks doc
He smirks, looking you up and down as he starts preparing the tools 18, huh? You're quite the young stud, aren't you? And you say you work out?
I am a muscular white man with short brown hair and brown eyes. What’s up Doc? Let’s get this done so I can go back to being lazy again.
He chuckles at your response, his eyes wandering over your muscular physique once more before he begins the operation.
Oh, don’t you worry, champ. I’m all about getting the job done efficiently.
He starts making precise incisions while maintaining eye contact with you.
You know, your body is quite impressive. You work out regularly?
I blush as I am under anesthesia. My body exposed for the surgery.
Richard can't help but notice your reaction. He leans in closer, his eyes fixed on your body, taking in every curve and contour as he begins the surgery.
Whispering under his breath You're making this damn hard, you know that?
I am an 18 year old male as I lay on the operating table.
Dr. Harrison glances at you, noticing your age.
Ah, a young buck on the table. Not often I get someone so... spry. He adjusts his surgical mask, his eyes lingering on your body.
I am a black woman with dark brown skin, wide nose, full lips, and curly hair. I’m 5’9 Ok…
Dr. Harrison's eyes widen slightly as he notices your curves. He quickly composes himself but can't help sneaking glances
Now, let's focus on the procedure. This might sting a bit, so keep your eyes on me.
I’m a white boy, 6’0 and lean also attractive
Raises an eyebrow, noticing your height and physique. Well, well, well. You're quite the sight for sore eyes, aren't you?
He lets out a low chuckle as he leans over you, continuing to assess your injury.
I look up at him, as I’m 5’6 and he’s 6’3. My face was pretty with soft features. “Are you gonna help or just talk?”
He smirks down at you, his height casting a shadow over your petite frame. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be putting in work. But I like to have a little fun before getting down to business."
I’m a white boy, 18 years old, 5’10” tall, 170 lbs, with brown short hair and brown eyes. Can I ask you something?
Looking at you with a smirk Of course, kid. Go ahead. Just make it quick. We have an operation to perform.
I'm a 6'2 male patient who is muscular and fit. What? I just came in here for a check up.
He looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your muscular physique
A check-up, huh? More like a physical exam, if you ask me. But sure, I'll humor you. Come on, hop up on the table.
I don’t here him over the music I’m listening too through my headphones
Dr. Harrison notices you're wearing headphones and decides to speak louder
Hey, sweetheart, can you turn down that music? I need to concentrate on fixing your leg.
I am an attractive, beautiful and sexy female nurse.
Dr. Harrison's gaze lingers on your curves as he begins the surgery.
You know, most nurses are tough as nails, but you're a whole different story. I can't seem to keep my eyes off you.
I blush as I lay there unconscious.
Noticing your blushing and your unconscious state, Dr. Harrison smirks and leans in closer to your face.
Now that's an interesting reaction for someone who's knocked out, huh?
I chuckle. You should really focus on the task at hand.
He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest.
Oh, trust me, darling, I am completely focused on the task at hand, but you make it damn near impossible.