I Think We Accidentally Got Married (EDITING)

Chapter 1

Macy's POV

As my favourite song blared from my phone, I reluctantly woke up from my half-asleep state, fumbling to answer the call. The harsh glow of my bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting an irksome glare. "Oh, for heaven's sake," I muttered under my breath, annoyed at the untimely disturbance. It was only 2:34 AM, and I had just managed to drift off to sleep after a long day. Irritation tinged my voice as I picked up the call—it was the hospital where I worked. 

"Hello?" I impatiently greeted the caller. "Hi Mace, it's Todds. I apologize for bothering you, but we have an emergency, and Dr. Chand is unreachable," Todds explained.

Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself for yet another demanding situation. Having just completed a gruelling 12-hour shift, the prospect of being called in for an emergency was far from appealing. "What's going on, Todds? Please don't tell me I have to rush back to the hospital and perform another surgery," I responded, my irritation seeping through my words. "I'm sorry, Mace, but you're our only option apart from Dr. Chand, who can't be reached," Todds replied on the other end. She added, "I promise you'll have three days off after this. We won't disturb you." Despite my initial inclination to refuse, the weight of my responsibilities as a doctor always made me feel guilty. This was what I had signed up for.

I informed Todds that I would be arriving within 20 minutes. Abegail Todds, a senior nurse at the surgery unit and a close friend since we started working together, often called me in situations like this when they needed a neurosurgeon. Although I wasn't technically on call, being one of only three neurosurgeons in our hospital meant I was the last resort if Dr. Chand wasn't available. Dr. Avery Sims, the other neurosurgeon, was currently enjoying her honeymoon in the Bahamas, most likely basking in the sun.

With a sense of urgency, I quickly got out of bed and prepared to drove back to the hospital.

Before commencing a surgery, our team would gather for a huddle to discuss the procedure, review the patient's medical history, and ensure that all pre-surgery protocols were in placed.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I found everyone already assembled, waiting for me at the station. The preoperative nurse initiated the huddle, and I listened attentively as the details of the emergency case were outlined. Towards the end, Todds emphasized the need for discretion, as the patient was a high-profile individual. Such concerns didn't usually bother me; I treated all patients the same, regardless of their status. To me, they were all human beings with the same anatomy, and my duty was to perform the surgery.

"Thank you all for being here, as always. The operating room is ready whenever you are," Todds informed me, her gaze fixed on the patient's chart. I nodded, sipping on the less-than-stellar coffee Todds had prepared for me upon my arrival. "Just remember that this hospital owes me three days off, with no phone calls in between, especially not in the middle of the night," I half-jokingly reminded them. A smile formed on Todds' face as everyone dispersed to their assigned roles, and I began my hand scrubbing routine.

As customary, upon entering the operating room, I confirmed with each team member that all necessary checks had been completed and that they were prepared. They knew my routine well. With Coldplay softly playing in the background, my preferred surgical soundtrack, we commenced the procedure. The melodious notes of "A Sky Full of Stars" filled the room, accompanying me throughout the surgery. As it was a neuroendoscopy, the procedure concluded in a mere two hours...

Six hours later, I was rudely awakened by the sun streaming through my window. Annoyed by the intrusion, I groaned and muttered expletives under my breath, vowing to give the unwelcome visitor a piece of my mind. "Good morning, couz," a voice called out from the nearby couch. Startled, I realized it was my dear cousin, Grace. "What the heck, Grace!!! I need more sleep!!! Argh..." I yelled at her, my irritation still lingering. "How did you get in here anyway? You need to learn to knock like normal people."

Sitting up in bed, I rubbed both my eyes, trying to ward off the remnants of sleep. "This better be important, or else I'm going to throw you out," I grumbled. Grace, undeterred by my grumpiness, handed me a cup of coffee. "Come on, couz! Why so aggressive in this lovely morning?" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh at her theatrics. "Of course not! I'm ready to get drunk and party in Vegas!" I exclaimed, playing along with her excitement. After a lively half-hour catching up, Grace announced that she had a hair appointment downtown and bid me farewell. We hugged, and I watched her leave.

Now alone, I debated whether to get up or indulge in a few more minutes of relaxation. Eventually, I succumbed to the temptation of checking my phone. No messages, no voicemails. Thank god for that! I got up, washed my face, and made another cup of coffee—my constant companion, fuelling my days and nights. Today, I resolved to savour the day and find moments of tranquillity before returning to the hospital later, where I would once again dedicate myself to saving lives.

My name is Macy Izobel Sans Snider. At 28 years old, I am the only daughter of Reagan and Dawn Snider, who own a successful international shipping company. Despite my family's wealth, I never desired to be part of the business. Instead, I pursued a career as a junior neurosurgeon, finding fulfilment in my work. At the hospital, everyone knows me as Dr. Macy Sans, but the only person who truly knows the real me is my close friend and co-worker, Abegail Todds.