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(Open heart on fire re-write, the one where MC is not MIA.)

Ethan Ramsey strode through the corridors of Edenbrook, his steps brisk and purposeful. It had been just over a year since he’d taken the position of Chief, and while the job was certainly not without its challenges—paperwork, meetings, administrative headaches—there was a quiet satisfaction in it.

The kind of satisfaction that he would never openly admit, of course. After all, this was Ethan Ramsey; complaining was second nature. He had a knack for finding the flaws, the inefficiencies, and the countless ways things could be better. Yet, amidst the grumbling, there was a thrill to the position—a sense of ownership and control over the medicine he had devoted his life to.

But it wasn’t just the job that gave him that feeling. There was something, or rather someone, who had made this past year feel different. His gaze drifted to the diagnostic wing as he walked, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The thing he adored most about his role wasn’t found in policy changes or budget meetings; it was the fact that Elle worked just a few corridors away. Their paths crossed often—sometimes by coincidence, sometimes not. The days were busier, more unpredictable now, but he loved the way his heart skipped whenever he saw her coming down the hallway or caught a glimpse of her in the midst of a case. It was like they were connected by an invisible thread, always pulling them back to each other, no matter how chaotic the hospital became. Even now, as he walked the familiar halls, he felt the pull, an unspoken anticipation humming beneath his cool exterior.

As he rounded a corner, he could see Harper talking animatedly to a group of interns near the elevators, her sharp eyes catching his the second he approached. A brief nod was exchanged between them—a silent acknowledgment that he was, indeed, doing what he did best—keeping things running smoothly, but also always keeping an eye out for her. Because as much as he was Chief, Ethan Ramsey was also still very much a doctor. And part of being a doctor meant knowing where his most important people were. Especially when one of them was Elle.

Although, that morning, Ethan had woken up to find Elle still in bed, her face flushed and her voice thick with congestion. She’d caught a nasty cold, the kind that left her sniffling and coughing weakly under a pile of blankets. It was clear she wasn’t in any shape to make it to work, but she had insisted he go in anyway. She’d given him that familiar, stubborn look, the one that said she wasn’t to be argued with, even though she was barely able to sit up without a bout of coughing. “You’re Chief now, Ethan,” she’d said, her voice hoarse yet determined. “You have to be there. No arguments.” He’d lingered by her side, reluctant to leave her alone while she was sick, but eventually, after a lot of gentle persuasion on her part, he’d relented. It was typical Elle, putting him and the hospital before herself, and he couldn’t help but admire her even as he worried. So, with a soft kiss to her forehead and a promise to check in between cases, he had pulled on his lab coat and headed out the door, her insistence echoing in his mind as he left.

Ethan pulled out his phone, standing just outside the Diagnostics Team’s workspace. With a quick swipe, he opened a new message to Elle, his fingers moving swiftly across the screen:

How are you feeling? Did you get any rest? I’ll be home as soon as I can. Let me know if you need anything.

He hit send, his mind half-focused on Elle as he slid his phone back into his coat pocket. Without thinking, he turned the corner—and immediately collided with Harper Emery, nearly sending her files spilling to the floor.

“Ethan!” Harper exclaimed, catching herself and laughing a bit. “You’ve really got to watch where you’re going. Distracted, huh? You look like a lost puppy.”

Ethan took a step back, his expression neutral as he steadied her by the elbow. “Sorry, Harper,” he said, his voice a bit clipped. “Just trying to check in on Elle.”

Harper raised an eyebrow, her expression softening. “She’s off today, isn’t she? Is she alright?”

Ethan sighed, a subtle frustration seeping into his posture as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, she’s got some kind of cold,” he said, his voice a mix of concern and exhaustion. “Elle insisted I come in, said it’s nothing serious. But you know how she is—stubborn as hell.”

Harper nodded knowingly. “She never does things halfway, does she?”

“No, she doesn’t,” Ethan admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “She’d drag herself in if I let her. But I told her to stay home and rest.” He dropped his hand from his face, looking directly at Harper. “It’s just… hard not to worry.”

“Well,” Harper said, her tone shifting to something lighter, “if she’s as tough as you say, she’ll be back before you know it. In the meantime, we need you here, Chief. Diagnostics could use your brain today.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly, the familiar walls of the hospital settling him back into his role. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Harper,” he replied dryly, though there was a glimmer of humor in his eyes.

Before Harper could respond, a deafening explosion rocked the building, rattling the windows and sending a powerful shockwave through the hospital. The ceiling above them cracked, releasing a shower of dust and debris as an ear-splitting roar filled the air. Alarms blared instantly, drowning out any coherent sounds, and the floor seemed to tremble beneath their feet.

In an instinctive, protective motion, Ethan threw his arm around Harper’s shoulders, yanking her down and shielding her with his body as chunks of the ceiling gave way, slamming onto the floor with a thunderous crash just inches from where they stood. Plaster and metal rained down around them, filling the air with a choking cloud of dust. The acrid smell of smoke hit his nostrils almost immediately, thick and suffocating, forcing him to breathe shallowly.

Ethan’s heart pounded in his chest, the adrenaline searing through his veins, and he turned quickly, scanning the hall for any signs of immediate danger. “Harper!” he barked, his voice rough with urgency as he pulled her to her feet. “Are you hurt?”

She shook her head, eyes wide, her face pale with shock. “No, I’m okay,” she managed to say, but the words were barely audible over the cacophony of alarms.

Through the settling dust, Ethan could see the panic starting to unfold. Staff and patients alike were scrambling, shouts and cries blending into a chaotic symphony of fear. He had no time to think, only to act. “We need to move!” he said, gripping Harper’s arm tighter, guiding her through the rubble-strewn corridor.

They stumbled forward, dodging debris as they fought their way down the smoke-filled hallway. The lights flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the chaos that had suddenly enveloped Edenbrook. With every step, the situation seemed to grow more dire—plumes of smoke curling up from the fissures in the walls, the distant sound of shattering glass echoing like a warning.

Ethan’s mind raced, his instincts overriding any sense of personal safety. He knew the protocols, knew what he had to do, but as the floor buckled beneath his feet, he couldn’t help but think of Elle—sick and vulnerable, alone in their apartment while the world seemed to be falling apart around him.

“Stay low!” he shouted to Harper as they pressed on, his gaze shifting towards the exit signs glowing dimly through the haze. His only goal now was to get to the source of the chaos and make sure they could stabilize whatever the hell had just happened before it got any worse.

Ethan’s mind flashed back to the mandatory fire training they’d all gone through—the RACE protocol drilled into them year after year: Rescue, Alarm, Confine, Extinguish. It was all muscle memory now, taking over as his logical mind raced to keep up with the chaos. As Harper sprinted towards the closest fire exit, he felt the weight of his responsibility settle firmly on his shoulders. He had to take charge.

“Nurse!” he called out to a nearby staff member, urgency sharpening his voice. “Clear the hallways and get anyone in immediate danger to a safe place!”

He moved further down the smoke-filled corridor, his steps quick and purposeful, scanning for any sign of immediate danger. As he rounded a corner, he nearly collided with Jackie and Bryce, both of them looking wide-eyed but focused amid the chaos.

“Dr. Varma,” he said, locking eyes with Jackie, his voice calm despite the adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Assess how many patients need assistance with transport. We have to prioritize them.”

Jackie gave a sharp nod, determination replacing the fear on her face.

“On it, Dr. Ramsey,” she replied, turning swiftly to begin her task. She disappeared into the smoke, her footsteps already fading.

Ethan pivoted to face Bryce. “Lahela,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “Inspect all windows and doors. Keep them shut. We can’t risk feeding the fire with any oxygen from outside.”

Bryce didn’t hesitate, giving a quick salute before sprinting towards the nearest corridor, shutting doors as he went.

Jackie’s voice cut through the confusion, her tone edged with worry as she looked back at Ethan. “Do we have any idea what that explosion was?”

Ethan’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides as he tried to maintain control over his rising anger. “Could be oxygen tanks,” he said, his eyes flickering over the debris scattered around them. “We won’t know for sure until the fire department gets here,” he added, a hard edge to his voice. He couldn’t hide his frustration, a mix of worry and impatience boiling just beneath the surface. “If they ever get here.”

The uncertainty gnawed at him. As much as he trusted his instincts and the training he’d been through countless times, it was impossible to predict what kind of situation they were dealing with until the experts arrived. For now, all he could do was make sure his team was in control and keep everyone safe.

Ethan shook off the lingering irritation that gnawed at him. This wasn’t the time to lose focus. “Get back to your tasks, and make sure the doors are closed behind you!” he barked at Jackie and Bryce, watching as they moved swiftly back into action.

He circled back to the atrium, eyes scanning the chaotic scene. Nurses were guiding patients to the exits, some wheeling stretchers, others ushering those who could walk on their own. It was a practiced chaos, the kind Ethan thrived in. He quickly assigned more staff to ensure each patient was accounted for and directed towards safety.

Suddenly, a frantic voice rose above the cacophony. Ethan turned sharply, spotting a teenage girl who looked overwhelmed, her eyes wide with terror. “Someone, please help! My brother—I can’t find him!” she cried, her hands shaking.

Ethan was at her side in an instant, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder. “Hey, it’s going to be okay,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring despite the chaos swirling around them. “Take a deep breath. When was the last time you saw him?”

“Alicia!” A voice called out from behind, cutting off the girl’s frantic reply. Ethan’s gaze whipped around, and he spotted a firefighter emerging through the thick smoke. In his arms, he carried a young boy, coughing and dazed but seemingly unharmed.

Relief washed over the girl—Alicia—as she rushed to her brother’s side. The firefighter, with his perfectly styled brunette hair and a jawline that looked chiseled out of marble, barely had a smudge of ash on him. Ethan’s gratitude mingled with a flash of annoyance, the man looking more like a plastic firefighter Ken doll than someone who had just dragged a child out of a burning building.

Ethan watched as the firefighter handed his helmet to the boy, a wide grin spreading across Cody’s face. “Cody! Thank god you’re okay!” Alicia sobbed, pulling her brother into a tight embrace.

Phoenix, the firefighter who’d carried Cody out, crouched down to ruffle the kid’s hair. “He’s gonna be just fine, don’t worry,” he said warmly. “Cody, why don’t you tell your sister how brave you were?”

Cody beamed, standing a little taller. “Firefighter Phoenix says maybe one day, I can join the squad!” he announced proudly.

With a hearty chuckle, Phoenix placed his oversized helmet on the boy’s head, tilting it until it sat just right. “Looks good to me. What do you think?” he asked, winking at Alicia.

Ethan, arms folded, let out a soft scoff under his breath. Figures the flame jockey would be a softie, he thought. Clearing his throat, he forced himself to be professional. “You did a good thing there,” he acknowledged, nodding to Phoenix. “The poor kid was out of her mind before you got here.”

Phoenix’s warm expression cooled instantly as he turned to Ethan, his eyes narrowing. “Let me guess, you’re the stooge in charge here,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Ethan felt his jaw tighten. “I am… Dr. Ethan Ramsey, Chief of Medicine,” he replied, barely containing the irritation that flared within him. “And you are…?”

“Shea Phoenix,” the firefighter shot back, “Battalion Chief, Engine 57. I need you to get your people on top of evacuation.”

Ethan’s frown deepened, his voice firm. “We are on top of evacuation, Phoenix. There isn’t a smoke alarm going off because a tray of cookies burnt.” He glared at the firefighter, who seemed unfazed. “Hospitals have protocols that best serve our patients—protocols which you should be familiar with—”

Phoenix waved him off, turning away mid-sentence. “Amelia!” he barked over his shoulder. “Make sure the flames are contained at the point of origin.”

Ignoring the frustration boiling in his chest, Ethan forced himself to focus. Phoenix’s arrogance was infuriating, but there were bigger priorities. Phoenix turned back to him, his face all business. “Ramsey, I need to secure electrical power,” he said, voice clipped. “Where’s a map of your systems?”

Ethan paused, caught off guard. “I—I’ll get it,” he said, suppressing a flash of annoyance.

“I also need to know where your generator room is, which areas are supported by emergency power?” Phoenix pressed, his expression unyielding. “Stat.”

Ethan drew in a slow, calming breath, reigning in his temper. “I’m happy to help,” he said through clenched teeth, his thoughts boiling. Help get your pompous ass out of my hair, that is. He handed over the information Phoenix needed, then quickly resumed organizing the evacuation, determined not to let the firefighter’s attitude get in the way of his focus.

After what felt like an eternity, the evacuation was complete. Patients and staff gathered outside the hospital, huddled in groups as the fire department worked to ensure the building’s safety. Ethan stood apart from the others, arms crossed as he watched Phoenix confer with his team, the smoke clearing in the morning light.

Phoenix walked over, standing shoulder to shoulder with Ethan. For a long moment, they said nothing, just staring at the charred windows and smoke-stained walls of Edenbrook. Finally, Ethan broke the silence with a heavy sigh. “I appreciate your help,” he said, his tone measured, “despite the fact that it is literally your job.”

Phoenix raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“But,” Ethan continued, his voice softening, “everyone is safe thanks to you. I owe you one.”

For a second, the fire chief looked surprised. Then, he nodded, the smirk fading to something more genuine. “Just doing what I’m trained to do, Doc,” he said. “But you and your team kept it together. We were a damn good team today.”

Ethan gave a reluctant nod, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. It wasn’t often he met someone as stubborn and relentless as himself. “Just don’t expect me to say that twice,” he muttered.

Ethan stepped back inside Edenbrook, his sharp gaze sweeping over the first floor. There was some smoke damage—blackened patches here and there on the walls and ceilings—but nothing catastrophic. The firefighters had done an impressive job containing the flames to the second floor. For the first time since the chaos began, he allowed himself to exhale, relief mingling with grudging admiration. Guess the flame jockeys are good for something, he thought.

He felt the unmistakable presence of Phoenix behind him, the firefighter’s broad shadow stretching across the floor. “You look like you’re choking on praise there, Doc,” Phoenix said, a teasing edge in his voice. “It won’t kill you to admit I know what I’m doing.”

Ethan smirked, glancing over his shoulder. “You’re right,” he said, his voice dry, “but it might take a year off my life.”

Phoenix laughed, the sound echoing in the hallway, carrying a hint of camaraderie beneath the banter. “Nothing’s gonna topple that ego of yours, is it, Doc?” he challenged, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Ethan let out a weary sigh, crossing his arms. “You can’t talk,” he shot back. “Yours is as big as mine.”

Phoenix’s grin widened, and for a second, the tension between them eased, the lingering scent of smoke and the distant crackle of radios fading into the background. “Touché,” Phoenix conceded, nodding in acknowledgment. “But let’s just agree it’s our egos that got the job done today.”

“Maybe,” Ethan allowed, his eyes flicking to the scorched stairs leading to the second floor. “Or maybe it’s because, for once, we didn’t get in each other’s way.”

Phoenix chuckled, clapping Ethan on the shoulder with a heavy, calloused hand. “I’ll take that as the closest thing to a compliment I’m gonna get.”

Ethan shook his head, a reluctant smile pulling at his lips. “Don’t push it, Phoenix,” he warned, but there was no heat behind his words. They stood there a moment longer, two men who’d just gone toe-to-toe with disaster, silently acknowledging the uneasy respect that had begun to take root between them.

The entire afternoon had been a blur, a nonstop whirlwind of assessing, stabilizing, and coordinating the aftermath of the explosion. The doctors and firefighters worked together with the kind of synchronicity that only comes from experience, their movements efficient and precise. As the last of the smoke finally dissipated, the sun had long dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the hospital grounds. Ethan glanced at the clock, the exhaustion of the day pressing down on his shoulders. Edenbrook and Engine 57 had made a pretty damn good team, he had to admit.

Standing near the paperwork, Ethan read through the reports one last time. “Not one single casualty. I’m impressed,” he murmured to no one in particular.

Phoenix, who had been standing nearby, looked over his shoulder at the paper and grinned. “Careful, Ramsey. That almost sounded like a compliment.”

Ethan smirked, shaking his head. “My mistake,” he replied dryly, “it wasn’t meant to be.”

Phoenix chuckled quietly, but his expression softened as he grew more serious. “Well, I don’t know about you, but after today, I’m in desperate need of a drink. You and your team should join us.”

Ethan paused for a moment, the thought of some well-deserved R&R tempting him more than he’d care to admit. After the madness of the day, it wasn’t a bad idea. “I think we’ve earned a Scotch at Donahue’s,” he said with a grin.

“Excellent choice.”

Donahue’s was one of those old-school bars that seemed to capture the essence of a long, hard day’s work. The dim lights cast a golden glow over the aged wooden tables and the mismatched bar stools. The air was thick with chatter, laughter, and the sound of glasses clinking together as the crew from Edenbrook and Engine 57 relived the chaos they’d just survived. The bar smelled faintly of whiskey and wood polish, and the music in the background was a steady hum of classic rock—nothing too loud, just enough to settle into a rhythm as people relaxed.

Ethan and Phoenix found their way to the bar, where Reggie, the bartender, greeted them with a smile that said he’d seen his fair share of trouble over the years.

Ethan leaned against the counter. “Whiskey, did you say?” he asked, his tone more curious than anything.

Phoenix nodded, tapping the bar with his fingers. “Neat.”

Ethan turned to Reggie, ordering their drinks. “A Scotch and a whiskey, please.”

Reggie nodded and made his way down the bar to prepare the drinks. As he returned, Ethan lifted his glass towards Phoenix. “Here’s to being chief,” Ethan said, his voice carrying a tone of both respect and humor. “It’s a tough job…”

Phoenix smirked, clinking his glass against Ethan’s with a quiet clink. “But someone’s gotta do it.”

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. “Took the words right out of my mouth. Kind of annoying how you keep doing that.”

Phoenix’s eyes swept around the room, scanning the familiar faces and the cozy atmosphere of the bar. “It’s no O’Malley’s,” he remarked, “but it’s pretty nice here.”

Ethan smirked back, the warmth of the Scotch easing some of the tension in his shoulders. “Well, one perk is that it’s usually not filled with firefighters.”

Phoenix shook his head, grinning. “Ha-ha. How do you command such a solid team when you’re such a pain in the ass?”

Ethan took another sip of his drink, considering Phoenix’s question with a thoughtful expression. “Healthy combination of fear and the promise of occasional after-work drinks.”

As the two men exchanged a look of amusement, Ethan’s phone rang, cutting through the banter. He glanced at the screen, his expression changing as he saw the name—Elle. Along with the call, a flood of missed messages popped up, all from her.

“Hold on a sec,” Ethan said, holding up a hand to Phoenix as he stepped away from the bar, his tone more serious. “I’ll be right back.”

Ethan answered the phone, his voice warm and familiar. “Hi gorgeous, you okay?”

On the other end, Elle sounded much better than she had earlier that morning. Her voice was soft, relaxed, and it made Ethan’s heart skip just a little. “Yup, I just wanted to see what you wanted to order for dinner? Have you eaten yet?”

Ethan tried to hide the smile that tugged at his lips as he glanced at Phoenix, who was eyeing him with curiosity. “Don’t worry about me tonight, you order what you like. Put it on my card, okay?”

Elle’s laugh filtered through the phone, and Ethan couldn’t help but feel a little lighter. “Okaay? Why are you being so sweet?”

He grinned to himself, a playful glint in his eyes. “Am I not always sweet?”

“I’d rather not answer that,” Elle teased, a faint smile audible in her tone. “When will you be home?”

Ethan glanced at the clock. 21:04. His thoughts immediately turned to Elle, and the thought of heading home after the chaos of the day felt like a welcome reprieve. “Give me half an hour, I’ll be there.”

“Okay. I love you. See you soon.”

Ethan’s heart warmed at her words, and he allowed himself to indulge in the sentiment for just a moment before responding. “I love you, see you soon.”

As he hung up, he turned to Phoenix, who had a knowing look on his face. Ethan quickly turned away, trying to brush it off, but the slight flush in his cheeks betrayed him. “What?” he muttered, keeping his tone casual as he picked up his drink.

Phoenix says nothing, only smiling for a moment before speaking

“You seem like a lucky man.”

Ethan paused for a moment, his fingers tightening around his glass as he glanced up at Phoenix. The comment, though lighthearted, hit a little closer to home than he expected. He took a slow sip of his drink, trying to keep his expression neutral.

“Maybe,” Ethan replied, his voice a little softer than usual. “But luck doesn’t always have much to do with it.”

Phoenix raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh?”

Ethan shrugged, setting his glass down. “No, it’s more about timing… and not taking things for granted.” He glanced back at his phone, checking the time again, the weight of the day starting to pull at him. “And knowing what you have when you have it.”

Phoenix studied him for a moment, nodding slowly as if understanding something unspoken. “I guess that makes sense. You seem like a guy who knows what he’s doing.”

Ethan smiled faintly, his thoughts drifting back to Elle. “Sometimes it feels like the hardest part is just holding on to what you’ve got.”

Phoenix gave a half laugh, clearly impressed. “I like your style, Ramsey.”

Ethan gave a quick nod, finishing his drink before standing. “Thanks, Shea. But, duty calls.” He gave the firefighter a nod of acknowledgment, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

“Well, go get your lady, Doc,” Phoenix said with a grin. “She sounds like a keeper.”

Ethan’s eyes softened. “She is,” he said quietly, before turning to leave the bar and head home.

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I may or may not be in the process of rewriting open hearts on fire but making mc part of the chapter. Stay Tuned x

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MC was just at home folks. We have our explanation.

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Later that day, Elle decides to go and check on Annie before finishing her shift, finding her lying on the bed, looking more exhausted than before.

Elle walks in, offering a kind smile “Hey Annie, how are you feeling?”

Annie smiles weakly at Elle, looking gorgeously glum on the hospital bed. “Kinda the same. I think these meds are taking a while to kick in…”

She looks over to the window, dazing slightly, clearly lost in her own thoughts.

Elle looks at her chart, frowning slightly. The antibiotics should have started working by now, and if they were effective, Annie should be significantly improving by the hour.

“Hmm, that’s strange. The antibiotics should have made a noticeable difference by now. Have you noticed any other symptoms?”

Annie shakes her head slowly “No, just the same nausea, itching, and fatigue. And the cramping in my palms hasn’t gone away either, in fact it’s kinda hurting more.”

Elle examines the chart more closely, her mind racing through possible reasons for Annie’s lack of improvement.

“Let me take a closer look at your symptoms again. Maybe there’s …something we missed.”

Elle gently checks Annie’s vitals and inspects the rash on her neck more thoroughly.

As Elle examines Annie, she talks gently at Annie to keep her at ease “So, Annie? What are you studying at the moment? You said you were getting your degree?”

Annie’s voice starts to slur, her words blending together as her eyes flutter against her skin.

“I it’s a ..Degree in… l..literature…”

Suddenly, Annie passes out, her body going limp. The heart monitor next to her bed begins to beep at a faster rate, the erratic rhythm signaling distress. Annie’s body starts to shake, small convulsions wracking her frame.

Elle gasps, her heart leaping into her throat. She shakes Annie gently, her voice urgent but controlled.

“Annie?! Annie, can you hear me?”

Annie remains unresponsive, her body continuing to tremble. Panic wells up in Elle, but she pushes it down, focusing on the task at hand. She quickly reaches over to the code blue button on the side of the bed frame, slamming it with her palm. The alarm blares, sending out a call for immediate assistance.

Elle’s mind races, rapidly reviewing her training as she tries to stabilize Annie. She checks Annie’s airway, ensuring it’s clear, then tilts her head back slightly to maintain it open. She listens for breath sounds, noting the irregularities and gasping.

“Hang in there, Annie. Help is on the way”

Within a moment, Elle hears a voice at the door, turning around to see Jackie, her face shocked.

“Elle?!”

Jackie bursts into the room, eyes wide with concern, just as Elle is initiating CPR.

“Where the hell is the code team?”

Elle’s voice is strained, angry, the stress evident in every word. Her hands press rhythmically on Annie’s chest, each compression a desperate attempt to keep her alive.

Jackie runs over to Annie and Elle, “There was a code in room 205 just before you hit the button. They’ll be tied up for a while.”

“Jackie, I need you to help me. NOW. I’m going to loose her-“

Jackie springs into action without hesitation, grabbing the defibrillator from the side of the room. Her movements are quick and precise, her training kicking in.

“Elle, you need to open Annie’s gown while I continue chest compressions.”

Elle complies, yanking open Annie’s gown with a force that reflects her urgency. The fabric tears slightly under her fingers, but she doesn’t care; all that matters is getting to Annie’s chest.

Jackie leaps into action, “Now set the defibrillator to 300 volts, Elle. Quickly, we’re running out of time!”

Elle’s hands shake slightly as she adjusts the settings on the defibrillator, her mind racing through the steps she needs to follow. She places each pad on the side of Annie’s body, the cool gel making her fingers tingle.

“Clear!”

Elle steps back, her eyes never leaving Annie’s face. The defibrillator discharges, and Annie’s body jerks under the electric shock. For a moment, everything seems to pause, the room holding its breath.

Then, the heart monitor beeps steadily, a normal rhythm returning. Elle lets out a deep sigh of relief, her hands still trembling as she removes the defibrillator pads from Annie’s chest. She quickly checks Annie’s airway, making sure it’s clear, and adjusts the IV line, her mind already calculating the next steps.

Elle’s thoughts race, a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety. We did it. She’s stable for now. But what caused this? Is there something I missed? Her gaze flickers to Jackie, who is wiping sweat from her forehead, her expression one of shared relief and concern.

“Nice work, Elle. But we need to stay vigilant. She’s not out of the woods yet.”

Elle nods, her mind still buzzing with adrenaline. She glances at Annie’s chart, her eyes scanning for any details they might have overlooked.

“We need to run a full panel. There has to be something we missed. This reaction… it’s not typical for an infection.”

“Agreed.” Jackie nods, “Let’s keep a close eye on her vitals and make sure the lab prioritizes her results.”

As they finish securing Annie’s IV and ensuring she’s stable, Elle can’t help but reflect on the intensity of the past few minutes. Her heart still pounds in her chest, but she feels a sense of accomplishment mixed with the ever-present fear of the unknown.

“What the hell is going on in here, Rookie?!”

Elle looks up to find Dr. Ramsey at the door, his voice echoing through the room. His eyes are cold and stern, his body language tense as he bustles into the room, swiftly picking up the chart and scanning it.

“Dr. Ramsey…she was allergic to the antibiotics I prescribed her…” Elle’s voice trembles, but she holds his gaze, knowing that honesty is her best option.

Ethan’s piercing blue eyes meet hers, a flicker of gratitude and understanding behind the stern facade. It’s a brief moment, but Elle senses he appreciates her honesty.

“Well, at least you’re taking responsibility.” Ethan states, his eyes still fixed on Annie’s chart. “Sometimes patients don’t know about their own allergies; that’s why you always have to be cautious.”

Jackie, working swiftly, injects the epinephrine pen into Annie’s thigh. The room holds its breath as Annie’s body takes a shuddering gasp of air.

Dr. Ramsey looks at Jackie, impressed. “Good work, Dr…?”

Jackie smiles, clearly happy with the praise. “Varma.”

Dr. Ramsey’s eyes narrow as he assesses her. “You were assigned to this case with Dr. Rose?”

“No, I was passing and I heard Dr. Rose calling a code blue,” Jackie explains, her eyes gently meeting Elle’s.

Ethan smiles, clearly impressed. “The patient is very lucky you were here. I’m not confident Dr. Rose could have handled this alone.”

Jackie bites her lip, clearly weighing her options before replying, “Thank you, just doing my job, Dr. Ramsey.”

As Jackie takes her leave, Ethan’s eyes lock onto Elle’s, his face contorted with anger, more intense than she had ever seen before.

“And you…” His voice is low, trembling with controlled fury. “You need to have a long, hard think about whether or not you’re ready to be here.” His eyes are like daggers, piercing into her soul. “It doesn’t matter that it’s your first day or that you’re ‘still learning.’ Whether this girl lives or dies, that’s on you.”

Elle feels the weight of his words like a physical blow. Her heart pounds in her chest, her breath catching as she tries to maintain her composure. The reality of her responsibility crashes down on her, mingling with the fear and determination already churning inside her.

“I know, Dr. Ramsey,” Elle feels herself weaken at his words, her heart pounding with the weight of his disappointment.

“You still have no idea what’s wrong with her, And your first effort nearly killed her! This is the real world now, Rookie, there’s no room for mista—”

Just then, an intern walks into the room, her voice bubbling, cutting the tension with a knife. Her smile is softly displayed on her lips, her dark hair in a braid that wraps around her shoulder. She is much, much smaller than Dr. Ramsey, but she speaks with confidence.

“Hi! Dr. Ramsey? Sorry to interrupt.”

Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something about interns under his breath. “For the love of God, what now?”

The intern smiles innocently at Dr. Ramsey. “Well, one of the nurses told me…that one of the interns told them…that one of the doctors said to them…”

Ethan’s voice cuts through the room. “Skip to the point.”

The intern smiles. “Dr. Toussaint needs to see you urgently.”

Ethan rolls his eyes before eying Elle, his gaze still cold from their previous interaction. “Remember what I said, Rookie. Next time I see you, you’d better have solved this.”

With that, he walks out of the room, leaving Elle standing there, her mind swirling with emotions.

Elle’s chest tightens as the reality of the situation crashes over her. Guilt gnaws at her, twisting her stomach into knots. How could she have overlooked the possibility of an allergic reaction? She feels the weight of Annie’s life pressing down on her shoulders, suffocating her with the fear of failure.

Her hands tremble slightly as she recalls Dr. Ramsey’s fury, his disappointment searing into her mind. She’s always admired him, but now she feels like a complete failure in his eyes.

In the hallway, Dr. Ramsey’s departure leaves a wake of tension. His anger still lingers in the air, a palpable reminder of the high stakes they’re all playing for. Elle watches him walk away, a mixture of fear and admiration in her eyes. She knows she has to prove herself, not just to him, but to herself.

Elle smiles, gently leaning against the wall, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. Her blue eyes, usually so full of determination, are now clouded with relief. “Thank God for Dr. Toussaint…”

The intern, a petite woman with a bright, warm smile, nods gently at Elle. Her dark hair is pulled back into a neat braid that drapes over her shoulder. “Yeah, it’s too bad that he doesn’t actually need to see Dr. Ramsey.”

Elle’s face frowns at the intern, her eyebrows knitting together, unable to hide her surprise. “What?”

The intern laughs softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “I made it up! I could hear Ramsey chewing you out halfway down the hall. I figured you might need a save.” Her smile lingers on Elle, a mix of mischief and kindness.

Elle smiles gently back, the tension in her shoulders easing a bit. Grateful for the help of a complete stranger, she feels a warmth spreading through her. “You lied to Dr. Ramsey for me? That was so…risky, but very sweet. Thank you—”

The intern shrugs with a cheeky grin, her eyes twinkling. “It’s nothing. I’m Sienna, by the way, or Dr. Trinh. Whatever floats your boat.”

Elle extends her hand for a handshake, her grip firm and sincere. “Elle Rose. Thank you again.”

Sienna’s smile is gentle and reassuring. “It’s nothing, I promise. We interns gotta stick together, right?”

Elle nods, reflecting on Ines’s words earlier that morning. “Exactly that.”

Before Sienna turns away, she smiles gently at Elle, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Oh, By the way, I hear all the doctors hang out at this bar after work. Donahue’s? I think it’s just down the street.”

“Apparently it’s like, the place to go and decompress after work. Wanna come with?”

Elle's smile widens, grateful for the invitation. “Oh sure, that sounds lovely. It’s just I need to survive my shift first…”

Sienna laughs, her voice light and carefree. “Well, assuming you will live through the next few hours, I’ll meet you in the atrium after we clock out.”

With that, she leaves, her footsteps echoing softly down the hallway. As Elle watches her go, she feels a sense of camaraderie and excitement bubbling inside her. The prospect of unwinding with her fellow interns at the end of a long day is a welcome relief, and Elle can't help but look forward to it.

Elle walks down the bustling hospital hallway, her eyes glued to the clipboard in her hand. The fluorescent lights above cast a stark glow, making the white paper of Annie’s results almost blinding. Her brows are furrowed in concentration, the medical jargon swimming before her eyes as she tries to piece together the puzzle of Annie’s condition. The hallway hums with activity – doctors and nurses rushing past, patients being wheeled by, the distant beep of monitors – but Elle is in her own world, her focus laser-sharp on the numbers and notes in front of her.

Her mind races through possible diagnoses, cross-referencing symptoms and test results, trying to catch any detail she might have missed. Annie’s case is a challenging one, and the weight of responsibility presses heavily on her shoulders. She bites her lip in concentration, flipping the pages back and forth, seeking any connection that could explain Annie’s rapid deterioration.

Absorbed in her thoughts, Elle barely notices the path she’s taking. Her feet move almost on autopilot, navigating the twists and turns of the hospital corridors. She’s so engrossed that she doesn’t register the change in surroundings until she comes to a sudden halt.

Lifting her gaze from the clipboard, Elle’s eyes blink rapidly, adjusting to her new environment. The hallway around her is unfamiliar, devoid of the usual landmarks she uses to orient herself. The walls here are lined with different posters, the bulletin boards displaying notices she hasn’t seen before. The faces passing by are unfamiliar, not the colleagues she’s grown accustomed to seeing.

A sense of disorientation washes over her, a brief pang of anxiety tightening in her chest. Elle looks around, trying to get her bearings. The hospital, usually so familiar, feels like a maze. She turns slowly, scanning the area for any recognizable signs or directions.

“Please tell me you’re lost too,” a voice says behind her.

Elle turns to find a young intern sitting in a wheelchair, his expression mirroring her own distress. He’s likely in his mid-twenties, with rich, dark skin that glows softly under the harsh hospital lights.

His dark, curly hair is neatly trimmed, framing a face that exudes both confidence and vulnerability. His eyes are a deep, expressive brown, now filled with a mix of frustration and uncertainty. He clutches a clipboard tightly in his hands, the knuckles of his long fingers white from the pressure.

His attire is slightly rumpled, as if he’s been around the hospital just as much as she has. The scrubs he wears, although slightly oversized, is pristine, a stark contrast to the weary look on his face. A stethoscope hangs loosely around his neck, swinging gently with his every movement.

Elle manages a small, sympathetic smile, feeling a sense of camaraderie. “You too, huh?” she replies, trying to lighten the mood.

The intern nods, his lips curling into a wry grin. “Yeah, I’ve been trying to find my way to the lab for the past ten minutes,” he says, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “I think I’ve circled this floor twice already.” Elle laughs softly, feeling a bit of her own tension dissipate. “I know the feeling. I’m Elle, by the way. Elle Rose.”

He extends his hand, his grip firm and warm. “I’m Elijah Greene. Nice to meet you, Elle.”

They share a brief moment of mutual understanding, both acknowledging the overwhelming nature of their new roles. “So, Elijah,” Elle says, looking around the unfamiliar hallway, “Any idea how we get out of here?”

Elijah chuckles, shaking his head. “Not a clue. But maybe we can figure it out together.”

“You two look lost, can I help you?”

Elijah and Elle turn around, finding an elderly woman approaching them. Her dark grey hair is lightly curled, framing a face that radiates kindness. An I.V is attached to her arm as she walks. Her eyes, twinkling with warmth, fix on the pair. “I can show you the way to the lift if you would like?”

Elijah smiles appreciatively. “As long as it’s no trouble for you, ma’am.”

The elderly woman laughs, shaking her head slightly. “Not at all, Dr. Ramsey makes me do 12 laps of this floor every day so I don’t drive myself insane!”

Elle and Elijah exchange amused glances as the woman leads them toward the nearest lift.

“Thank you…Mrs.?” Elle inquires, hoping for an introduction.

The woman smiles gently. “Mrs. Teresa Martinez, and don’t worry about it. There are just some things in here you can’t rush, and finding your way is one of them.”

As Mrs. Martinez turns to leave, Elle and Elijah can't help but notice her underwear on show, tucked into her hospital gown. Elle chuckles to herself. “Thank you again, Mrs. Martinez!”

Mrs. Martinez waves a hand back. “Don’t worry about it. Remember, Jeopardy is on at 7:30 if you want to watch it.”

Elijah smiles softly at Elle as the lift doors close. “Aw man, you didn’t want to tell her about her underwear?”

Elle laughs, shaking her head slightly before turning to Elijah. “I’m pretty sure she does it on purpose.”

Elle smiles gently, talking to Elijah in the lift. “Seriously, this place is like a maze. I didn’t realize it was this huge when I applied here.”

Elijah nods, his eyes still showing signs of fatigue. “I know what you mean. It is quite overwhelming.”

Elle’s voice remains warm, trying to offer some comfort. “I know how you feel. It’s exhausting, just one big thing after another, with barely any time to breathe.”

Elle nods sympathetically. “I know how you feel…”

Elijah manages a small smile. “I’m sure Mrs. Martinez is right, though. This place is a maze, but there’s no point rushing anything—”

Just then, Elle gasps, her eyes lighting up with sudden realization of Mrs Martinez’s previous words…

There’s just some things you can’t rush.

“Oh my god! I know what’s wrong with Annie! I’ve got to go—” She hits the lift button with immense speed, rushing out as soon as the doors open.

Elijah stares after her, bewildered. “Who’s Annie?”.

Soon, Elle is back in room 210, chatting with an awake Annie, who looks tired but hopeful. Ethan walks in, halting to lean against the doorframe, his arms crossed. “I’m told you wanted to see me?”

Ethan looks over to Elle, his voice stern but more inquisitive. “I solved the case, Dr. Ramsey.”

Ethan scoffs, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I think I’ll be the judge of that. He pauses for a moment, waiting for Elle to finish her sudden discovery.

“So? I’m waiting to hear whatever brilliant insight you arrived at.”

Elle smiles gently, looking at Annie. “It was never the bacteria that was the issue here, but something happened when she was diving. Annie, you told me you went to get your diving license, but you never said you actually got it.”

Annie nods slowly. “Yeah, I couldn’t do it. I panicked as I got into the water, then I had to get out.”

Elle smiles gently at Annie. “And you resurfaced too quickly.” She hands the chart to Ethan, smiling proudly but doing her best to hide it. “The result? Decompression sickness and labyrinthitis, an inflammation in the ear causing vertigo and nausea.”

Ethan looks at Elle, his blue eyes stern, but there’s something in his gaze that tells her she hasn’t let him down. His brown hair, slightly tousled, frames his face as he listens. “Treatment, Dr. Rose?”

“The symptoms can be eased with antihistamines, but the condition itself will go away with time,” Elle states, her voice confident.

Ethan nods, picking up the chart. With that, the doctors leave Annie. Elle follows Ethan out into the corridor, feeling more confident than she had before. “So, I will fill out the prescription for the—”

Ethan cuts her off, handing her the chart. “Don’t bother. I already have.”

Elle looks at him, confused. “What do you mean you already have?”

She looks over the chart, seeing the medications she was about to order already placed to be delivered to Annie within the next hour. Elle frowns at Ethan. “You knew? When were you going to tell me?”

Ethan checks his watch casually, his eyes squinting before turning back to face Elle. “I was going to give you another forty-five minutes.”

Elle’s frown deepens, her eyes narrowing, her auburn hair cascading around her face like a fiery halo. “You should have treated her right away.”

Ethan’s gaze turns cold, his jaw tightening. “I had given you a chance to redeem yourself, Rookie—”

Elle snaps back, her voice harsh and unwavering. “I don’t want your damn chances. I want my patients to get better, and if that’s not the priority at this hospital, I would rather you fire me now.”

Ethan’s eyes flash with a mix of anger and something else—respect? His eyes bore into hers, unyielding. “You think this is about giving chances? This is about learning. About becoming the kind of doctor who can make the right call under pressure. If you can’t handle that, then maybe you’re right. Maybe you shouldn’t be here.”

Elle stands her ground, her heart pounding in her chest. Her hair, usually neatly tied back, now falls in waves, signaling her fury and determination. “I can handle it. I did handle it. And I will continue to handle it because I care about my patients. More than anything.”

For a moment, there’s silence. Then Ethan nods, a slight, almost imperceptible nod. “Good. Prove it. Don’t disappoint me again.”

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Best part of open heart. Try to change my mind, because you won’t.

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Lives were changed.

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Don’t temp me to replay for the 100th time PB…

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Smash tho

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What choices book to I read yall I’m slowly loosing the will to live

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my son who i hate

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MY MC. That's it. That's the perk.

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Book 1: Chapter three:

‘Annie’

Elle looked down at her scrubs, now covered in blood, and sighed in exasperation.

"Oh god, I can't turn up to the lobby like this," she muttered to herself. The male nurse chuckled, clearly amused by her predicament. "I'll show you the way to the locker room. Don't worry," he offered kindly.

As he led her through the bustling corridors of Edenbrook, Elle turned to him, realizing she didn't know his name. "I never got your name," she said, her tone curious.

The nurse laughed, his smile warm and inviting. "Danny," he replied simply.

Elle returned his smile, feeling a bit more at ease. "Thank you for your help today, Danny," she said sincerely.

Danny pointed to a door at the end of the hall. "Don't worry about it," he said, giving her a reassuring nod before walking away.

Elle watched him go, grateful for the kindness of her new colleague. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door to the locker room, ready to clean up.

As Elle eyed the locker rooms while shuffling slowly, she accidentally walked into a woman. Before she could apologize, the lady’s dark eyes met hers, her hand reaching up to rub the arm Elle had bumped into.

“I—I am so, so sorry,” Elle stammered, quickly averting her eyes when she realized the woman was in nothing but her bra and underwear.

The woman smirked at Elle’s embarrassment. “How’d you make it through medical school without ever seeing a bra before?” she teased, laughing. Elle couldn’t help but laugh along, feeling more at ease despite the awkward encounter.

Elle smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry," she said, turning slightly. "I just wasn't expecting—"

Before she could finish, she nearly ran into a shirtless guy, who smiled at her gently. His blonde surfer-like locks glistening from the window light.

"Go easy on her, Jackie. It's the first day for all of us," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

Jackie smirked gently.

"Hey, I can be friendly... if you stay out of my way."

The guy turned his full attention to Elle, his beach blonde hair blowing gently out of his face. He extended a hand to her with a playful wink.

"Bryce Lahela, A.K.A. your new favorite surgical intern," he introduced himself with a charming smile. "The pleasure is all mine."

Jackie rolled her eyes at him, scoffing quietly.

"Ignore the meathead, he’s a scalpel jockey."

Elle smiled gently. "Elle Rose, internal medicine."

Jackie smiled faintly. "Good. You're with me," she said, eyeing Elle's blood-covered scrubs. "You're going to change, aren't you?"

Elle nodded, gently taking off her scrubs. "Yes, just give me one moment—"

Bryce's gaze lingered on her body appreciatively, for a moment too long to hide any subtleness of his actions, smirking softly "Hey... take your time."

Jackie's eyes also lingered on Elle, unable to hide her surprise. Elle caught her eye and smirked slightly. "What? You made it through medical school and you’ve never saw a bra before?" she teased.

Jackie smirked back. "Touché."

As Jackie, Elle, and Bryce entered the main lobby, they found themselves surrounded by a sea of interns. The hall was abuzz with excitement as a woman stood on the steps, addressing the crowd. Her dark hair glistened in the sunlight streaming through the windows, and her wide smile radiated confidence.

"Because as of today... you are no longer students, you're doctors," the woman declared, her voice full of pride and encouragement.

Elle listened quietly, then leaned over to Jackie and whispered, "Psst, who is that?"

Jackie gasped quietly. "Seriously? Did you learn medicine in the woods or something?"

Bryce chuckled softly. "That's Harper Emery, the new chief of the hospital," he explained, his eyes lighting up with admiration. "She's a complete badass! World-famous head of neurosurgery before she got promoted." “But I guess she’s just a scalpel jockey, huh Jackie?” Bryce teased, Jackie rolled her eyes

“She doesn’t count” Jackie states.

Elle nodded, taking it all in as she listened to Harper speak, her smile growing wider with each word.

"Some of you will buckle under the pressure, some of you will quit... but some of you, some of you will thrive," Harper continued, smiling as a deep applause erupted from the crowd.

Elle joined in the applause, beaming. "Wow, she's so inspirational! I feel like I can do anything!"

Jackie turned to face Elle, her voice stern. "Well then, can you pipe down? I'm trying to listen."

"Interns, you will be partnered up today. The lists are over on the far wall. Best of luck," Harper concluded, stepping down to another round of applause.

Bryce waved a quick goodbye, joining the rest of the surgical interns as Jackie and Elle made their way to the listing. Elle scanned the list eagerly until she found her name.

"Wait... it says here that I'm partnered with Dr. Emery?" Elle exclaimed.

The surrounding interns gasped, and one spoke up over the murmurs. "As in Chief of the hospital Dr. Emery?"

Just then, a young girl from the crowd stepped forward, her voice cold and precise. "No, as in medical intern Aurora Emery."

Elle and Jackie faced Aurora, who stared at them coldly.

"Oh, my mistake—" Elle began.

"Yes, it is your mistake. Now let's go, I don't have time for your gawking,"

Aurora snapped, turning sharply and indicating for Elle to follow her.

Elle looked back at Jackie, cringing at Aurora's attitude before hurrying after her into the hallway.

"So... how are you related to Harper Emery?" Elle asked, trying to make conversation.

Aurora frowned, her glance icy as she debated whether Elle was worth telling. "She's my aunt."

"Wow, that must be... tough," Elle ventured.

Aurora's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before narrowing again. "Like you'd know," she retorted, her tone dripping with skepticism.

Elle frowned slightly but quickly regained her composure before entering the patient's room. "Do you want to talk about how we're going to approach this case?" she asked.

"No need," Aurora replied curtly.

Before Elle could protest, Aurora had already walked into the room, leaving Elle to follow her quickly.

Inside, a young woman sat on the bed, not much older than Elle and Aurora. She offered a weak smile as they entered. Her blonde hair spread across the pillow, and her hand rested on her stomach.

"Hi, are you my doctors?" the girl asked, her voice soft.

Before Elle could speak, Aurora butted in with a surprisingly…kind smile. "Yes, we are. You're Annie?"

Annie nodded gently.

"Would you mind telling us what's been going on, Annie?" Aurora continued.

Annie began explaining her symptoms: nausea, itchy skin, palm cramping, and fatigue. While she talked, Elle noticed a large rash on Annie's neck and frowned curiously.

"How long have you had that rash on your neck, Annie?" Elle asked.

Annie looked up, rubbing the back of her neck gently. "Oh! I didn’t even know I had one there... it’s probably from the scuba suit I rented."

"You went diving recently? That must have been fun," Elle said, trying to keep the conversation light.

Annie smiled gently, grateful for the friendly conversation. "It was, but I completely panicked and had to get out."

Elle smiled warmly at Annie. “That must have been hard.”

“Yeah, but it’s okay,” Annie said, her gaze drifting into her own thoughts as Aurora took her blood pressure.

Annie looked up at the doctors. “How long do I… have to stay here?”

Elle smiled gently. “We will make it our priority to get you out of here as soon as possible.”

With that, the two doctors left the room. Elle glanced at the chart in her hands, already forming a plan. “I’m going to get some tests done for bacterial infections potentially from the ocean, Would you be able to—”

Before she could finish, the hospital speaker echoed through the hallways: “Dr. Aurora Emery, please go to Harper Emery’s office.”

Aurora smirked and handed Elle the chart. “Guess that means you’re on your own.”

Elle’s anger built up, but before she could let it out, Aurora had already walked away, her confident stride echoing down the corridor.

Left alone, Elle took a deep breath, steadying herself. She walked to the nurses’ station, determination set in her eyes. “I need to order a full panel of blood tests for room 210, please. Also, make sure to check for bacterial infections, including atypical pathogens.”

The nurse nodded, taking the chart from her. “Got it, Dr. Rose.”

As Elle moved through the bustling hallways of Edenbrook, she couldn’t help but think about the rash on Annie’s neck. Something about it felt off. Her mind raced with possibilities: allergic reactions, bacterial infections, fungal infections. Each possibility required a different set of tests, and Elle wanted to cover all her bases.

She made her way to the lab, where the technicians were busy processing samples. “Hey, can you prioritize these tests for me?” she asked, handing over the necessary paperwork. “Room 210. It’s urgent.”

The lab technician nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. “We’ll get right on it.”

Elle thanked them and made her way back to the ward. She passed by several patients and doctors, the energy of the hospital surrounding her like a constant hum. The mix of urgency, hope, and determination was almost palpable. This was where she was meant to be.

Back at Annie’s room, she peeked in to see the young woman resting, her eyes closed. Elle couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy.

Later, at the nurses’ station, Elle was handed a paper of results. She scanned the information quickly, her brow furrowing in concentration. “Hmm, Annie picked up an uncommon strain of bacteria…”

Elle smiled gently at the nurse beside her. “Let’s give her 200 milligrams of cefpodoxime antibiotics every 12 hours and see how she goes.”

Later that day, Elle walked through the bustling halls of Edenbrook, eyes glued to Annie’s results. Suddenly, she collided with another intern, sending his book flying to the floor.

“Shoot!” the intern exclaimed, scrambling to pick up his book.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Let me get that,” Elle said quickly, bending down to retrieve it. As she handed it back, she noticed the title: Ethan Ramsey’s “Diagnostic Principles.” She smiled warmly. “That’s one of my favorites! What’s your name?”

The intern laughed, a bit embarrassed but friendly. “Landry. And mine too! I seriously worship the guy—shrine in my basement and everything.” He paused, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “I’m just kidding, by the way. I never know if that’s clear.”

Elle chuckled, feeling an immediate camaraderie with Landry. “Don’t worry, I get it. He’s a huge inspiration to me too.”

Landry nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, his work is really incredible.

Landry smiled, his excitement palpable. “Have you seen him around yet?”

Elle cringed slightly, the memory of her morning encounter with Ethan Ramsey still fresh. “Yes, I did. I had to do an emergency hemothorax with him this morning. He basically shouted at me in front of everyone—it was so incredibly—”

“—Lucky!” Landry cut her off, eyes wide with awe. “My god, if I saw him, I think I would just—” Landry gasped, his eyes following a figure behind Elle.

Elle turned to see Ethan Ramsey walking out of a patient’s room, shouting behind him

“I’m not stopping until you take that damn medication, Barb.”

His tall figure strutting confidently down the hallway toward the vending machine. His presence commanded attention, every step exuding authority and focus.

Landry whispered, almost reverently, “There he is. Dr. Ramsey.”

Elle’s eyes followed Ethan, her emotions a mix of admiration and lingering irritation. “Yeah, that’s him,” she said, her voice softer.

Ethan reached the vending machine, his fingers deftly pressing the buttons. Elle watched as he selected a coffee, the machine whirring to life. He seemed lost in thought, his usual stern expression softening momentarily as he waited for his item.

Elle smiled confidently, her determination shining through. “Landry, hand me your book, would you?”

Landry handed Elle the book, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident on his face. Elle took it, her steps purposeful as she approached Ethan Ramsey. He seemed lost in thought, his attention fixed on the vending machine.

Clearing her throat, Elle caught his attention. Ethan turned to face her, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers.

“Rookie,” he acknowledged, his tone clipped.

“Hi, Dr. Ramsey,” Elle said calmly, her confidence unwavering. “I… was hoping you would sign my book?”

Ethan scoffed at her request, his expression stern. “Don’t you have a job to do? Or at least rounds to complete?”

Elle smiled gently, meeting Ethan’s gaze head-on. “No. Just you.”

Ethan didn’t reply to her, his eyes fixed on the vending machine. Elle followed Ethan’s gaze. "I’ve always been an M&M girl myself," she remarked casually.

Ethan frowned slightly, running his hand through his hair. "While that’s certainly interesting, thats not why I’m—"

Elle smiled, laughing to herself. "I know, you’re trying to Barb in there to take her meds."

Ethan looked at Elle, impressed by her knowledge. Before he could speak on the remark, Elle pushed the button on the machine, making a warm hot chocolate.

"Excuse me, but I—" Ethan began, but again, Elle interrupted him by handing him the hot chocolate.

"Try this. For Barb in there. If it doesn’t work, I’ll give you a dollar," Elle said confidently.

Ethan nodded, walking into the room. A few moments later, he emerged with a shocked expression on his face. "It worked. But... how?"

Elle smirked slightly. "A girl’s gotta have some secrets, Dr. Ramsey. I’m just …paying attention”.

As Elle spoke, Ethan’s attention shifted entirely to her. His piercing blue eyes bore into hers, studying her with a mix of curiosity and surprise. There was a flicker of something in his gaze, a spark of recognition, as if he was seeing Elle in a new light.

“You really gonna hold that one out on me?” He smirked at her, before his face returned to his usual neutral expression. Elle nodded gently, smiling innocently at him.

His expression softened, the stern lines of his face relaxing for a moment. Ethan’s eyes seemed to search Elle’s face, taking in every detail—the curve of her smile, the spark of determination in her eyes, the way her ginger hair framed her features.

There was a brief pause, filled with unspoken words and silent understanding. In that moment, Ethan’s gaze conveyed a sense of respect and admiration for Elle’s dedication and knowledge. It was as if he was seeing her completely differently, recognizing her as more than just a rookie intern.

But just as quickly as it had appeared, the softer expression vanished, replaced by Ethan’s usual guarded demeanor. He cleared his throat, breaking the intensity of the moment, and returned his focus to the task at hand.

Ethan’s gaze turned to Elle. "If there’s something you want to say, Rookie, say it now."

Elle looked at Ethan earnestly. "I just... wanted to say I’m your biggest fan. I’ve read all of your work on bacterial growth, your books, the medical research in 2012, your papers from medical school, the one about the usage of antibiotics on-"

Ethan looked at Elle, surprise evident in his expression. "Those papers aren’t even published anymore... you tracked them down?"

Elle nodded quietly. Ethan’s gaze softened, a look of wonder and admiration crossing his face, but it quickly faded.

"Rookie…Hand me that book," Ethan said, breaking the moment.

Elle smiled gratefully at Ethan, handing him the book, signing it quickly before returning it with a nod. "Get back to work, Dr. Rose."

Elle smirked. "You remembered my name?"

Ethan's lips twitched up slightly. "Just... paying attention."

Elle looks into the first page of the book, smiling softly at Ethan’s signature.

“For my biggest fan. -Dr Ethan Ramsey”.

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Book 1: Chapter two: Welcome to Boston

The train rumbled along in the early morning, its rhythmic hum filling the silence as Elle sat quietly by the window. She was engrossed in a medical journal, her eyes scanning the pages with focused intensity. Occasionally, she would glance up, her gaze flickering to the passing landscape of the new city she now called home. Her luggage sat beside her on the seat, a tangible reminder of the fresh start that lay ahead.

Despite her outward calm exterior, Elle couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in her chest. This was a new chapter, a chance to prove herself in a new environment. In Oxford, she had already won her reputation with her seniors, but here, everything was new.

Her eyes cautiously flickered up to the digital display on the train, indicating the next stop, her heart racing just a bit faster in anticipation. She couldn't afford to miss it; this was the beginning of her journey into the unknown, and she was determined not to let anything pass her by.

As the rising sun painted the sky with hues of gold and pink, its warm rays filtered through the train window, casting a soft glow on Elle's ginger hair. Each strand seemed to catch the light, glistening like strands of spun copper. Her freckled skin was kissed by the morning light, giving her a radiant glow as she sat immersed in her thoughts.

Her fingers nervously folded the corner of the page of her medical journal, a subconscious gesture betraying her inner restlessness. Despite her attempts to focus on the text before her, her mind kept wandering, dancing on the edges of anticipation and uncertainty.

To drown out the whirlwind of emotions, she had plugged in her headphones, the gentle strains of music filling her ears and providing a welcome distraction. The melodic tunes wrapped around her like a comforting embrace, temporarily easing the knots of tension that had settled in her chest. The soft strains of Otello filled Elle’s ears, transporting her back to her childhood. It was a piece of opera her mother had introduced her to, a source of comfort and familiarity in times of uncertainty. As the music swelled and soared, Elle felt a sense of reassurance wash over her, grounding her in the present moment.

With a gentle sigh, Elle gathered her belongings, preparing to disembark as the train came to a halt. The doors slid open with a quiet hiss, and she stepped out onto the platform, her eyes immediately drawn to the glow of her phone screen. She pulled up the directions to her new apartment, grateful for the guidance as she navigated the unfamiliar streets of Boston.

As she walked, the early morning air was crisp and invigorating, the city slowly waking up around her. Elle’s eyes flickered to the beauty of her surroundings, taking in the historic architecture, the bustling streets, and the promise of a new beginning with each step she took. With each passing moment, she found herself surrounded by the energy and vibrancy of the city, a sense of awe and wonder filling her heart as she embarked on this new chapter.

As Elle approached her new apartment building, her eyes wandered over the small structure, which seemed much grander in the photos she had seen. She had found the listing through friends on a social media platform, and now, standing at the door, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of uncertainty.

Cautiously, she knocked on the door, her eyes scanning the rustic interior of the building. The worn wooden floors and vintage decor gave the place a cozy charm, but Elle couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

As the door creaked open, revealing an older man with dark eyes fixed on hers.

The older man stood in the doorway, his presence immediately evoking a sense of weariness. His shoulders were slumped, and his posture conveyed a life burdened by countless hardships. Deep lines etched his weathered face, particularly around his downturned mouth and the corners of his tired, gray eyes, which seemed to have lost their spark. His thinning, silver hair was disheveled, adding to his overall appearance of neglect.

Elle felt a slight pang of unease. His presence caught her off guard, and she stumbled over her words as she tried to introduce herself.

"You Rose?" the man interrupted, his tone brusque.

"Yes, it's a pleasure—" Elle began, but before she could finish, the man had already turned and walked inside, clearly expecting her to follow. With a sense of trepidation, Elle stepped into the apartment, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar space as she braced herself for whatever lay ahead.

The man led Elle into a small room tucked underneath a grand staircase, the space so cramped that Elle couldn't help but stifle a gasp of surprise. It was tiny, and by tiny, it was positively minuscule.

The room barely had enough space for a single bed, a small desk, and a narrow wardrobe squeezed against one wall. The low ceiling pressed down on them, adding to the claustrophobic atmosphere.

Elle's eyes widened as she took in the cramped quarters, her mind racing with questions and concerns. Was this really the apartment she had signed up for? Was there some mistake?

Before she could voice her thoughts, the man turned to her, his dark eyes boring into hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "This is your room," he stated matter-of-factly, his tone brooking no argument.

Elle swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to find her voice. "I...I thought...," she began, but the man's stern expression silenced her, leaving her to wonder just what she had gotten herself into.

The man interrupted Elle once again, his voice firm and unwavering. "Rent's due every 6th of the month. Don't be late," he reiterated, his tone leaving no room for negotiation as he turned and walked away, leaving Elle stunned in silence.

Trying to ease the tension between them, Elle forced a smile and attempted a joke. "I didn't realize I had written my name as Harry Potter!" she quipped, hoping to lighten the mood with a touch of humor.

Her laughter echoed in the small room, but the man's stern expression remained unchanged, causing Elle to quickly reel in her amusement. With a silent sigh, she watched as he walked away, leaving her alone once more.

"Tough crowd," Elle murmured to herself, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she glanced around the cramped space. Despite the awkward encounter, she was determined to make the best of her new situation, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead.

With that, Elle nodded to herself, determined to shake off the lingering unease from her encounter with the man. "I should get ready, I’m already running late as it is. " she thought, her resolve firm as she began to unpack her suitcase.

Carefully, she removed her belongings, setting aside her scrubs that she had acquired during her time at Oxford. As she ran her fingers over the familiar fabric, a sense of familiarity washed over her, grounding her in the midst of uncertainty.

With steady hands, Elle changed into her scrubs, the crisp material providing a sense of professionalism and purpose. As she smoothed out the wrinkles, she felt a renewed sense of determination coursing through her veins.

With a sense of determination, Elle carefully tied her ginger locks into a tight ponytail, the strands falling neatly into place as she secured them with an elastic band. As she studied her reflection in the mirror, a small smile graced her lips. There was something reassuring about seeing herself dressed in her scrubs, a familiar uniform that had become a second skin during her years of training.

Her gaze lingered on the reflection before her, taking in the subtle changes that had come with the transition to this new chapter of her life. There was a sense of purpose in the way she held herself, a quiet confidence that belied the nerves bubbling beneath the surface.

Noticing the time ticking away, Elle's smile widened as she hurriedly gathered her belongings. She slung her bag over her shoulder, the weight a comforting presence as she made her way towards the door. Each step filled her with a sense of anticipation, the excitement of a new beginning coursing through her veins.

Stepping out into the crisp morning air, Elle took a moment to breathe deeply, the cool breeze invigorating her senses. With determination in her stride, she set off towards Edenbrook, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

As she walked, the city streets buzzed with activity, the hustle and bustle of early morning commuters mingling with the sounds of distant traffic. Elle's senses were heightened, her eyes scanning the familiar landmarks with renewed curiosity. Every corner held the promise of a new adventure, a chance to make a difference in the lives of others.

With each passing moment, Elle felt a growing sense of confidence welling up inside her. This was her moment, her opportunity to shine. And as she approached the doors of Edenbrook Hospital, a surge of excitement coursed through her veins. She was ready to embrace whatever challenges and opportunities lay ahead, eager to make her mark in this new environment.

Elle's heart raced as she arrived at Edenbrook, the minutes ticking away almost too quickly. Her eyes widened in awe as she took in the sight of the massive, modern building towering before her. It was unlike any hospital she had ever seen back home, with its sleek architecture and state-of-the-art facilities.

The bustling energy of the hospital grounds was palpable, a stark contrast to the quiet streets she had just left behind. Doctors and nurses hurried past her, their white coats billowing behind them as they dashed from one task to the next.

As Elle stepped through the entrance, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the scale of it all. The lobby stretched out before her, filled with bustling activity and the hum of conversation. People rushed by in all directions, each one seemingly on a mission of their own.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Elle adjusted her bag on her shoulder and made her way further into the hospital. The sounds and sights of Edenbrook surrounded her, a whirlwind of activity that left her both exhilarated and slightly overwhelmed.

As Elle entered the bustling atrium, her eyes darted around, taking in the flurry of activity that surrounded her. Patients and doctors rushed past her, each one consumed by their own tasks and responsibilities. Mixed emotions hung in the air, a palpable tension that mirrored Elle's own feelings of excitement and apprehension.

"You look lost," a gentle voice spoke from behind her, causing Elle to turn around. Standing there was a woman not much older than herself, her dark, expressive eyes and flowing raven-black hair highlighted her striking features. She exuded a blend of elegance and intelligence, with a sharp mind evident in her confident demeanor. Despite her professional appearance, there was a warm, compassionate aura about her.

"Is it your first day?" the woman asked, her tone warm and welcoming.

Elle smiled gratefully, reassured by the kindness of the stranger. "Yes, I'm Elle Rose. I'm... quite lost, as I'm sure you can tell," she replied with a soft laugh, feeling the tension begin to ease in her shoulders.

"You're not the first intern today to get lost, and you won't be the last," the woman said with a chuckle, extending her hand in a gentle handshake. "I'm Dr. Ines Delarosa, a fellow attending here."

"Pleasure to meet you, Ines," Elle replied, returning the smile.

Ines nodded, her expression warm. "Everyone is in the main lobby, I believe the chief is giving a talk” she said, handing Elle her ID badge as she spoke, noticing Elle’s nervous expression, she smiles sympathetically. “These three years of residency will be the best and most brutally challenging years of your life”.

Elle's nerves tingled with anticipation as she accepted the badge. "Any advice for me?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

Ines laughed gently, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, make friends with the other interns," she advised. "Those are going to be the people that have your back this year. Oh, and... try not to annoy your attendings!"

Elle chuckled at the wisdom of Ines's words, feeling a sense of camaraderie already blossoming between them.

As Ines leaves, Elle hears a sharp gasp from the waiting room behind her. She looked over to find a woman who had collapsed out of her chair, unconscious. As Elle rushed to the collapsed woman's side, her heart raced with adrenaline. She quickly assessed the situation, noticing the absence of medical staff rushing to help. In that moment, she realized that, for once, she was the doctor in this situation.

"Everyone stand back! I'm a doctor!" Elle's voice rang out with authority, commanding the attention of those around her. With a sense of pride and determination, she pushed through the crowd, making her way to the unconscious woman's side.

Gently, Elle began to analyze the woman's condition, her hands steady despite the surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Just then, she heard fast footsteps approaching, and she looked up to find an older doctor, his piercing blue eyes fixed on her hands but more importantly on the woman lying on the floor. Elle froze slightly, for a brief moment, admiring the doctor before her. His gaze was also on Elle, perhaps for a moment too long, as though he was analysing her.

Acknowledging his presence, Elle retreated slightly, allowing the older doctor to assess the situation. But before she could fully step back, he addressed her with a brusqueness that took her aback.

"You, Rookie, get in here," the doctor commanded, his tone sharp and dismissive.

Elle bristled at his abrupt mannerisms, her eyes narrowing with indignation. Summoning her courage, she squared her shoulders and approached him, her expression stern.

"I have a name, you know," she retorted, her voice firm.

The doctor scoffed, his gaze like fire as he locked eyes with her. "You won't have a damn job if you don't get over here this instant," he snapped, his words cutting through the air with a sharpness that left Elle reeling.

He got away with it though, because unfortunately, he was a very good looking man.

With a deep breath, Elle steeled herself, refusing to let the doctor's harsh words shake her resolve. With determination in her heart, she followed him into the fray, ready to prove herself in the face of adversity.

The older doctor gently placed the woman on a nearby table, his expression tense with urgency as he turned to the nurse. "What was she coming in for? Did she fill out a form yet?" he asked, his voice tight with frustration.

The nurse grimaced in response. "No, she'd just walked in," he replied, his tone tinged with concern. The doctor's face grew even more serious, his frustration evident. "If we don't figure out what's wrong with her, fast, she's gonna die on this table!" he exclaimed, his eyes scanning the room for a solution.

Suddenly, his gaze landed on Elle, and his expression softened slightly. "You, Rookie, check her BP," he commanded, his tone still sharp with urgency.

Elle sprang into action, grabbing the blood pressure sleeve and swiftly wrapping it around the patient's arm. As she listened to the readings, her heart sank at the dangerously low numbers.

"It's plummeting. She's hypertensive. We've gotta get fluids in her—" Elle began, but her words were cut short as the nurse hurriedly inserted an IV.

As Elle worked, her eyes caught sight of a bruise rapidly forming on the patient's elbow, and she also noticed the telltale blueness of her fingertips.

"Dr., look at her fingertips! I think that's a sign of low blood oxygen saturation," Elle exclaimed, her voice urgent with concern.

The doctor turned to her, his gaze piercing. "You think? Or you know?" he challenged, his tone demanding certainty.

Elle met his gaze head-on, her own determination shining through. "I know," she affirmed, her voice steady and confident. In that moment, she knew she had to trust her instincts and act decisively to save the patient's life.

The doctor's keen observation about the rapidly forming bruise sent a jolt of surprise through Elle. She hadn't considered the possibility of hemophilia in the moment, but the doctor's stern expression left no room for doubt.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Elle focused on the task at hand. She quickly slipped her stethoscope into her ears and placed it against the patient's chest, listening intently for any signs of trouble.

"I can't hear anything on the left side! Her right side is struggling, she's going to suffocate—" Elle exclaimed, her voice trembling with urgency as she relayed her findings to the doctor.

Without missing a beat, the doctor turned to the nurse, his demeanor calmer now, but no less urgent. "Nurse, we have a code Blue," he announced, his voice steady and authoritative.

Elle's fingers shook with adrenaline as she looked to the doctor for guidance. "What do we do, Dr.? What's happening?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.

The doctor's gaze met hers, his expression stern and cold. "Consider the clues, Rookie. You know this," he replied, his tone firm and commanding.

Without missing a beat, Elle's training kicked in, and she exclaimed with certainty, "It's a hemothorax!"

The doctor nodded in agreement, his expression grave. "Precisely. A blood vessel has ruptured, and now it's filling her pleural cavity," he confirmed, his voice filled with urgency. "We're going to have to do an emergency thoracotomy. Nurse!"

The nurse sprang into action, gathering the necessary supplies as the doctor and Elle prepared for the procedure. With each passing moment, the tension in the room mounted, but Elle remained focused, her mind sharp and her hands steady as she assisted the doctor.

As the nurse rushed over, Elle's heart raced with anticipation, her hands trembling slightly as she was handed a scalpel and a chest tube. She couldn't believe they were entrusting her with such a critical task, especially as a clearly well-experienced attending was opposite her.

"Me? But—" Elle began, her voice wavering with uncertainty, but the doctor's stern gaze silenced her protests.

"Now or never, Rookie. This patient's life relies on you!," the doctor stated firmly, his words echoing in Elle's mind as she tried to steady her nerves.

Elle took a deep breath, trying to push aside her doubts and focus on the task at hand. She recited the procedure in her mind, trying to remember every step, every detail. But despite her efforts, her fingers still trembled as she held the scalpel in her hand.

In that moment of hesitation, the older doctor reached out and gently took Elle's hand in his own. Their eyes met, and Elle found herself lost in the depths of his dark blue gaze. His touch was reassuring, grounding her in the midst of chaos.

"Hey... look at me," he said softly, his voice a soothing presence in the midst of turmoil.

Elle tore her gaze away from his eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as she focused on his face. She noticed every little detail about him—the way his hair fell in disarray, the stubble that dotted his jawline, the curve of his lips. In that brief moment, Elle noticed everything, even how his blue eyes had little green flecks within them.

“You can do this” his voice was gentle, cutting Elle from her gaze, reassuring her.

With steady hands, she made the incision between the woman's ribs, Elle and the doctor’s hands expertly inserting the chest tube to relieve the pressure on her lungs. And as the patient's breathing stabilized, Elle couldn't help but smile at the sight of her chest rising and falling with each breath.

But her moment of triumph was short-lived as she looked over at the doctor, expecting praise for her quick thinking and decisive actions. Instead, she was met with his stern expression, his demeanor cold and unyielding.

"Nurse, get this woman up to the ward," the doctor commanded, his tone brusque as he turned away without a second glance.

Elle followed closely behind him, her heart sinking at his harsh dismissal. "Doctor, that was absolutely amazing!" she exclaimed, hoping to elicit some semblance of approval from him.

But the doctor's response was far from what she had expected. His face remained stern as he turned to face her, his words cutting through her like a knife.

"It was pretty amazing that you didn't get her killed," he remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Elle recoiled at his words, her confidence wavering under the weight of his criticism. "What?" she began, but the doctor cut her off before she could protest.

"You took way too long for the incision. The incision itself was amateur at best," he continued, his voice devoid of any sympathy.

Elle's cheeks burned with indignation as she regained her composure. "It's my first day," she retorted, her tone defensive.

But the doctor's response was uncompromising. "There's no excuses," he stated firmly, his gaze unwavering.

Despite his harsh words, Elle refused to back down. With a gentle smile, she met his gaze head-on. "Maybe you can give me private lessons?" she suggested playfully, hoping to lighten the mood.

To her surprise, the doctor scoffed at her suggestion, smirking slightly while grabbing her lanyard with a sudden movement that caught her off guard, reading her name off of it. "In your dreams, Dr. …Rose, But I sincerely doubt you can afford my salary," he replied, his tone dripping with condescension as he threw Elle’s lanyard back to her chest.

As he walked away, leaving Elle standing there in stunned silence, she couldn't help but wonder what she had gotten herself into.

As Elle scoffed slightly to herself, she silently cursed the doctor's harsh demeanour, “What an asshole..” she stated, her voice stern with anger. In that moment , she heard a soft voice behind her, like a whisper in a daydream. Turning around, she noticed one of the nurses standing nearby, her expression filled with a mixture of excitement and adoration.

"Yeah... and I'm completely in love with him," the nurse confessed softly, her tone tinged with resignation.

Just then, the nurse who had assisted Elle earlier joined the conversation, offering a reassuring smile as he put a reassuring hand on Elle’s shoulder. "Don't worry, Dr. Ramsey's like that with everyone," he explained, his voice calm and soothing.

Elle's heart skipped a beat at the mention of that name—the name that had inspired her to pursue a career in medicine, the name she had revered and idolized for years.

"Did you just say... Dr. Ramsey?" Elle asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

The male nurse chuckled at her reaction, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I take it you're a fan?" he replied with a knowing smile.

Elle nodded eagerly, unable to contain her excitement. "He... he basically inspired me to go to med school…"

Before she could finish her sentence, the male nurse interrupted her with a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll have plenty more moments to interact with him," he assured her, his words filling her with a renewed sense of hope and anticipation.

As Elle stood there, her mind racing with possibilities, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of getting to know the man who had played such a significant role in shaping her journey to becoming a doctor. And with that thought in mind, she couldn't wait to see what the future held in store.