eligere facere bonum – ghostofgatsby

Sometimes, Smith feels like he was groomed and brought up to be a doctor. Both his parents and his older siblings went through medical school. It just seemed like a no-brainer for him to follow suit.

He had always been confident he could help someone no matter the circumstances, and for a long time, he believed nothing was too impossible. The chance of a patient dying in surgery is relatively low, and Smith had been lucky.

Until he wasn’t.

Rating: Mature

CW: blood/surgery/death/dead bodies/injury/hospitals/guns/drinking/guilt/grief; mention of illness/medication/non-graphic medical procedures (doctor checkup, surgery, autopsy)
If I need to tag something else, let me know.

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