I've been dazed and confused, from the day I met you
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A week later, I get a phone call as soon as I get home, not looking before I answer it.
"Eve? Hey, it's kind of an emergency" Ethan rushes. I immediately stand straight.
"What's wrong?" I interrogate. He sighs.
"Grayson broke a glass and now the pieces are stuck in his hand and he refuses to go to the hospital, do you think you could help us?" he says quickly. I hesitate.
"Please, Eve, for me? I don't know what else to do" he pleads. I take a deep breath. What would they do if they didn't know me? Let his hand get infected?
"I'm on my way," I tell him. He thanks me several times before hanging up.
I end up grabbing my larger first aid kit before getting in the car, not taking the time to change out of my scrubs.
I get to Grayson's house faster than I would have if Ethan hadn't said it was an emergency. I probably drove too fast, but it's not like I don't speed normally. Part of me hopes I do crash.
I knock on the door and Ethan answers almost right away, pulling me into a hug.
"Thank you, I didn't know what to do, I owe you," he says quickly, leading me to the living room. I shake my head.
"Don't worry about it" I tell him. Grayson's head snaps up when he sees me, his eyes glancing me up and down.
"Did you come from work?" Ethan asks me. I shake my head.
"I had just gotten home" I reply. He frowns.
"You want me to make you something to eat?" he asks hesitantly, knowing it's a sensitive topic. Grayson visibly tenses.
"No, thank you though. I had lunch not that long ago" I say honestly. He nods.
I sit on the couch next to Grayson, my first aid bag next to me.
"I can leave if you don't want me here," I tell him quietly. He scowls.
"Just fix it," he tells me, holding his hand out. Ethan smacks the back of his head.
"Stop being fucking rude, she's not the one you're mad at" he scolds. I look over Grayson's hand, wincing at all the pieces. I glance up at Ethan as I pull things out of my bag.
"What happened?" I ask carefully. Ethan sighs.
"Told him about Wesley. It's my fault for telling him while he was holding a glass, I should know better by now" he tells me. I frown. I spray a numbing liquid over Grayson entire hand, hoping it will help with the pain.
"Why would you get mad over–" I start, only for Grayson to cut me off.
"Because he's a fucking piece of shit" he snaps. I lean back for a second, not liking being this close to him while he's mad.
