"I can't when you don't even care.."
"I never said I didn't care!"
"But you don't!"
Once they were enemies, now they're lovers. Let's see what happens four years later. Have they been able to keep themselves together? Have the stayed together? What...
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There are all types of love in this world, but never the same love twice. F. Scott Fitzgerald.
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"I stitched up the last patient and is there anyone else I need to..."
"How about you take a break, Andy." My eyes lifted from my clipboard to look into, Sam, the head of our hospital unit. "I've watched you work nonstop for five hours straight. Maybe you should take a break."
"I'm skipping my break, sir," I replied looking back down.
"No," he chuckled pulling my clipboard from my hands. "You're taking a break, and then come back."
I frowned, but obeyed walking myself down the hallway toward the break room. With one glance into the tiny room, I decided I didn't want to go in there. Having to listen to all the nurses letting gossip roam sounded like too much. I wanted peace. I wanted calm, and I couldn't seem to find it. Not after I cuddled with Ryan the night before.
The nightmares had always been there, courtesy of my stepdad. And I've dealt with them since I was young, but never have they been this bad. Almost every night it's something devastating. When Ryan and I were together the nightmares still happened, yet he was there every time one occurred. And I guess I got used to him being there to calm me, so when he left they escalated. Waking up panicked almost every night for two years takes a toll on you.
