Love Sucks, Literally.

This is my first story so cut me some slack. Please comment and tell me how I can get better. Thank you!

"Doctor! Doctor!" Came yells from the hall. "Doctor!" I looked up from the file I was reading to see a gurney being wheeled into my office, my private office. I was about to shout until I saw the blood flowing from the man on the gurney. "There is nobody available and he needs urgent help!" The woman steering the man said. 

Years of training taught me to be calm, even during stuff like this. I yanked a pair of gloves out of my drawer and pulled my curly red hair back. Pulling the blood soaked shirt off his body I saw a bullet wound right near his heart, dried blood crusted around the hole. 

"I just was walking home from work, I work at Macy's, and I saw this poor man laying under the bridge!" Exclaimed the lady, who was pacing around my small office. Nodding, I peeped into the hole and located the bullet, it was shiny silver and caked with blood. Squeezing his chest I removed the weapon, laying it on a tissue on my desk. 

"Nurse!" I yelled as loud as I could, "Nurse!" I yelled again. Third times the charm, "Nurse!" Sure enough, a small lady in pink scrubs ran by and saw me. "Get me needles, thread, and cleaning supplies." I barked at her. She fluttered off, giving a small nod. 

"Here." She said calmly a minute later. Putting on the mask and glasses I threaded the needle and sewed up the red hole. Once I had finished I whipped off the man, clearing it of blood, but as my hand passed over his heart, I felt nothing. Gasping, I lay my head over his chest, still hearing nothing. I hadn't checked his pulse when he fist came in, stupid! Pressing my fingers on his neck I still felt nothing. 

"Hes dead." I muttered the words, looking at my blood stained carpet. The lady that had brought him in cried loudly, not even knowing the dead man. 

"Can I get you a coffee?" The nurse asked the weeping woman, even though it was after two in the morning. She nodded and followed her out the door. The dead man still shirtless, and still in my office. Sighing, I went down the hall and grabbed a towel and carpet cleaner. Spraying the creamy carpet with the foam I waited till it soaked in to dab it up. The man still laying as still as death. But for some reason I couldn't stop looking at him, he had light brown hair, short and  cut perfectly. He was pale, but wasn't everybody during the winter? He was tall, muscled. I couldn't believe such a man was here, beautiful and perfect, but dead. Shaking my head I finished up the mess, the blood disappearing entirely. I was single, and googling over a dead shirtless man. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't peal my eyes away from him for long. I didn't want to move him, to put him in the morgue. Locking my door I sat at my desk, eyeing the man like he was a champion racehorse for sale. Then my gaze focused on the bullet. It was silver, stained with black blood. I picked it up, my gloved hand rotating the killer. 

"Excuse me," Came a husky voice in front of me. I peered up, knowing I was alone and the doors were locked. I saw the shirtless man in front of me, his pale blue eyes boring into mine. 

"Ahhh!" I yelled, throwing my hands in front of me, the bullet flying at his face. 

"Hey!" He yelled, grabbing my wrists with his pale, cold hands. "Shh!"

"How are you not dead!" I screamed, trying to break away from him. 

"Shh," He whispered. "Ill tell you if you stop screaming." His breath tickled my face. I nodded, my mouth wide open in disbelief. 

"I'm a vampire." He said calmly. I blacked out before my head even hit the floor.