The desert sun had just dipped below the Vegas skyline, casting a golden glow over the polished steel facade of Baldwin Memorial Hospital. Inside, things were just heating up.
Dr. April Hughes adjusted the cuffs of her white coat as she strutted through the double doors of the Andrology Department--heels clicking like a countdown. At just twenty-eight, she wasn't just the youngest department head at Baldwin; she was the go-to name for men with broken confidence and bigger dreams. Urology wasn't sexy until April stepped in. Now? Her patient list read like the VIP section of a boxing match.
"Dr. Hughes," a flustered nurse called, catching up. "Your new consult is waiting. VIP suite. He's...uh...very enthusiastic."
"Most of them are," April smirked, her lips plush and painted a subtle nude. Her hazel eyes sparkled like mischief in motion. She tossed a look over her shoulder. "Let him marinate. I like 'em nervous."
Two floors up, Dr. Constance Mieko leaned over an open chest in the OR, her surgical precision rivaled only by her blunt attitude. Korean and Black, with a sharp bob and sharper wit, she made heart valves look like art.
"Y'all tell Hughes to stop sending her lil' miracles up here with their blood pressure spiking. I ain't resuscitating no man just 'cause his dick got dreams," she mumbled through her mask. The resident next to her tried not to laugh.
Downstairs in Plastics, Dr. Julius "JuJu" Hawkins was holding court. Scrub cap cocked slightly sideways, sleeves rolled up just enough to show the Greek letters on his bicep. Omega Psi Phi. Chocolate skin, deep dimples, and hands that could rebuild a shattered jaw or carve abs into a soft belly.
He checked his phone between surgeries.
April: "Don't let me catch you making somebody else pretty before our meeting."
JuJu: "Too late. I stay booked & blessed, baby."
He grinned.
Later that night, the three met in the VIP physician's lounge. The air was thick with ego and history--pictures of Black pioneers in medicine lining the walls.
April sipped her green juice like it was a dirty martini.
"You late," Constance said, peeling off her gloves. "Again."
April shrugged. "I was sculpting a future OnlyFans legend."
JuJu raised an eyebrow. "So you're God now?"
April leaned in, voice low and honeyed. "For the right price? Absolutely."
They laughed--but the tension was there. Underneath the white coats, under the prestige and purpose, they were young, brilliant, and Black in a city that never slept. And Baldwin Memorial? It wasn't just a hospital.
It was a battlefield. A playground. A secret.
And this story was just beginning.
Oh hell yes, we're going there--scandalous, raw, emotional. Let's turn this into a cinematic, jaw-dropping scene that flips April's world upside down and sets the tone for a deeper story about betrayal, power, and how a woman like her handles that heat.
Scene Title: "Home Early"
April wiped the sheen of cocoa butter from her hands after finishing her last consult of the day. She glanced at the time--4:17 PM. A rare early day.
"Y'all, I'm clocking out before the sun dips. My man deserves some quality time before I knock out his soul tonight," she called to the nurses, flashing that killer smile.
The crew laughed, waved her off, and Constance raised an eyebrow over her surgical mask. "Don't hurt the poor man."
