My Protector | His Angel

Chapter 3: Dear God

"Why do I always fall for the worst men?" I wondered out loud as I laid on the couch in the doctor's lounge. "My first boyfriend was an abusive narcissistic psychopath, my second was in the fucking mafia, and my current is perfect..." I trailed off.

"Perfect except he gave you a necklace with HIS initial on it." Gabe mumbled in between sips of his coffee.

"Exactly" I laughed and sighed.

"Okay but other than that hes actually... perfect." I tried my hardest to convince myself.

"But not perfect for you?" Gabe guessed and I made a few frustrated sounds.

"I don't know, something's just... missing"

"Tell me more about your second boyfriend, you don't talk about him much" Gabe innocently tried to change the subject but actually just asked me about the one person I had zero desire in thinking about.

My heart sank slightly as I remembered Killian. In the ten years that passed, I had not seen or spoken to him. The only reason I knew he was even still alive was because of the flowers he would send me every year on my birthday. The same note attached each year.

Happy birthday Doll.

-K

It all started on the day that I was accepted into Medical School. That same night he had sent an extravagant bouquet of roses and champagne. When I graduated from school and residency he did the same.

But I didn't receive them this year. Probably because last year when I got them Ethan stomped to Killian's New York office and demanded that he stop.

As silly as it sounds, I was slightly disappointed that he didn't send them this year. They were something that I looked forward to on my birthdays.

"I'd rather not" I mumbled when Gabe cleared his throat, pulling me back to reality.

"Okay at least give me a name or picture. I'm dying to know what this mystery man looks like!" Gabe squealed and clapped his hands together in anticipation.

Without another word I lifted my head and shot a cold glare in his direction.

"Killian East" I finally muttered and rested my head back down. As I started to drift off to sleep a sharp gasp disrupted the silence and Gabe spoke.

"NO WAY LOREN. HIM?!" He held up his phone and multiple google photos of Killian captured by paparazzi were laid out on the screen.

"Yes" I nodded my head and shut my eyes again.

"Woah, look at all these girls" He whispered as he continued to scroll through the photos and I wanted to strangle him. "Mr. Mafia is a player" Gabe concluded.

I listened for a few more seconds of him scrolling through his phone until he spoke again.

"Wait so how come there aren't any pictures of you guys together?"

"He usually paid off anyone who managed to get photos of us. He did his best to protect my privacy when we were together. He didn't want the tabloids to get to me, especially since I was going to go into this career"

"He doesn't sound so bad" Gabe locked his phone and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well he wasn't a saint. But no, he wasn't." I agreed and the memories of Killian played through my mind. From the day he called our chat in the coffee shop a 'date' to the last night we spent together. A silent tear fell from my eye and disappeared just as fast. I quickly changed my thoughts to something else that wouldn't make me so emotional and looked over at Gabe who was now flipping through a magazine.

I continued to stare at the ceiling as I listened to the sound of Gabe turning the pages of his magazine, only to be interrupted by the sound of our pagers going off.

"Duty calls" I mumbled as we made our way down to the emergency department where an incoming trauma would be.

"What's the story?" I asked the nurse who was standing by the empty room.

"Unresponsive thirty-four year old male with multiple gunshot wounds to the chest"

"Why isn't he in the computer yet?" I asked as I scrolled through all of the patients without seeing an incoming one.

"Apparently he's some VIP. EMS said that it needs to be confidential so they couldn't give us his name over the phone."

"Well thats not very helpful to saving this man's life if we know nothing about him" I grumbled and the nurse nodded and walked away.

I leaned against the wall beside Gabe as we both waited for the patient who was five minutes away. In the typical human world, five minutes feels like nothing. It's such a short amount of time, nothing could happen in five minutes. But in the world of medicine, five minutes can be the difference between a persons life and death.

Gabe impatiently tapped his toes on the tile as we waited, listening to the ticking of the clock above us.

"Things must not be going well, it's been ten minutes". He pushed himself off of the wall and walked towards the nurse's desk where I heard him ask if there were any updates. As they were shaking their heads no, a firefighter came rushing through the hall. Behind him a few others pushing a gurney, manually pumping air into the patients lungs.

Gabe and I followed them into the room and listened as the first fireman gave us the story of what had happened. Somebody who was out on a run tonight along the Hudson heard what sounded like gunshots in a nearby warehouse. Luckily they called 911 and EMS found the man laying in a pool of his own blood with multiple gun shots to his chest and abdomen. Initially he was pronounced dead on the scene but then they were able to find a very faint pulse.

"Sounds gang related if you ask me" The first firefighter shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room.

Once the nurses had cut off the man's black suit I immediately stepped forward to assess the wounds to the torso. There were a total of five that were bleeding profusely out onto the table. He'd be lucky to come out of here alive.

"Loren" Gabe spoke up in the midst of the chaos. I looked up at the direction of his voice to find him standing by the patients head. His eyes were wide open and his face pale. I followed his gaze down to the patients face and I felt the blood drain from my face.

"Dear God" I managed to whisper.