The Devil's Angel

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

"Everything happens for a reason."
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Aurora Vega

This day was slowly killing me. It was currently two in the morning. The only thing keeping me awake was the black coffee from the staff room. By this time of day, it was cold and old, adding to the list of reasons why I don't want to be here any longer.

Why do I care about other people again?

"Code blue, we need doctors immediately," Grace called out eruptively. Just as I was about to sit down for the first time today, three large men rushed into the hospital. I sighed in frustration knowing damn well I would be here for another few hours, if not longer.

Kill me now.

The man that was injured was wearing black clothing from his head to his toes. The only bit of skin you could see was his emerald, green eyes that were full of pain.

Well, this is a first.

He was hunched over clenching his stomach. I could tell by his stance that he was indeed badly hurt. My guess was that he had a gunshot wound or he was stabbed. The two other men stood on each side of him supporting him up by his arms. They looked a little roughed up too with their suits wrinkled and their facial expressions being disheveled with a few visible scraps.

They looked sketchy.

Sure, I've dealt with many men who have criminal records, and have been brought in from prison, or are going to prison, but these men... they gave off a whole different type of sketchy. Like, I'll break your neck if you look at me the wrong way, kind of sketchy.

The man on the right had dirty blonde hair that sat on his head in a "I just woke up" kind of look. It was messy, but still looked good.

He's hot.

It hit that.

He was tall, but not as tall as the man that was injured, even with him being hunched over. Just that told me that the injured man was very tall.

The blonde-headed man wore an expensive-looking suit that was cream-colored. His skin was light but tan, his eyes were a light brown colored almost like caramel, and they enhanced his blonde hair.

The man on the left of him had curly brown hair that sat on his head perfectly styled, not a piece out of place. He was also wearing a suit, but he was wearing a dark blue colored one that made his skin tone stand out. He was about the same height as the right man; however, his hair made him look a smidge taller. He had beautiful darker skin that matched his mahogany brown eyes. He opened his mouth for a split second and I got a glimpse of the whitest teeth I have ever seen.

The two men "suggested" more like ordered the least amount of people possible in the room with the man. They moved him into the operating room and immediately got to work. Julie asked me to stay outside of the room until she had the information on the man's condition. I did what she asked, not asking a question. At least I would get a second to sit down. It was now four at night and the two men that came in with him were sitting on the chairs just out of the room that the man was in. Moments later the door opened, and Julie gave me the papers and walked away.

Wow, who was this man fighting? I wonder what the other guy looks like.

I walked over to them with the papers of the man's condition written down. Weirdly enough there was nothing about him in the system. Jarred had searched everywhere for a man similar and found not a trace. We didn't even get to know his name or any other injuries he has gotten in the past that could affect the surgery.