Love On Fire

Vladimir

I wipe my forehead as I sigh in pure exhaustion. The clock reads 4am against the blue bland hospital walls. The small clicks of every second fading into the background as more and more people are brought due to injuries. I get sucked out of my daze when my phone starts to ring. I dig into my scrubs pocket and take out my phone, to reveal an unknown number calling me. I furrow my brows and turn it off.

Probably a telemarketer.

The phone rings again making suspicion flood through me. I answer the phone and stay silent, not speaking until the other on the line does first.

After a few moments of silence I let out a breath and move to hang up the phone. The second I do a hoarse voice speaks out.

"Daeva?" The deep voice asks. My breath hitches as I look down at my phone before placing it back to my ear.

"I'm guessing you're responsible for my horrible shift." I whisper into the phone as I scan my eyes around the room while I make my way to one of the emergency exit staircases for privacy.

A soft chuckle escapes Matt's lips before he answers, "I'm not exactly responsible for the explosions, but the ones who are won't cause you any problems anymore." He reassures.

"That's why you called? Wait, this is a new phone...how did you get this number?" I ask as I run into someone.

"Daeva? Where you going?" Avi asks as he looks down at me. I cover my phone with my chest as I look up at him.

"Can you please cover me for a second?" I beg.

"What's going on?" He questions as he furrows his thick brows. I bite my lip as I look up at him, not being able to tell him who I'm on the phone with.

"Let me guess it's one of those things you can't tell me." He deadpans.

"I'm sorry, you know I am. But can you please," I start to say before his sigh cuts me off.

"Just hurry up." He sighs as he gets out of my way and walks into my operating room, taking over my patient.

I slip into the blue fluorescent staircase, closing the door behind me as I lean my back against the cool concrete walls, removing my phone from my chest.

"How did you get this number?" I ask in an angry hushed tone.

"Is that really important right now?" He asks in a quick tone.

"You ask me, you're the one who called me, probably because you need me to save your ass, again." I explain simply, already hearing his tone of needing assistance.

"Fine. Let's just say when you click the numbers on a phone, each number has a different sound." He explains vaguely, but I catch on quickly.

"You've been following me?! Seriously!" I exasperate in a hushed tone.

"Can we move on, I do need your help." He sighs making me scoff, knowing his antics.

"What do you need." I sigh caving in.

"I found someone who has intel on what I've been looking for, but he's been shot." He explains. I roll my eyes as I rub my head that's pounding from tonight's events.

"So call 911." I answer shortly.

"Can't. They're the ones that shot him." He quips.

"I can't come and help you right now, not with all this going on." I tell him as I hear the commotion behind the metal door.

"Explain to me over the phone how to stabilize him." He suggests. I lick my lips and scoff as I laugh at what he's suggesting.

"Being a doctor isn't as easy as it looks in the movies." I remind him, pinching my nose bridge.