Love On Fire (Book 2) - DISCONTINUED!

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Running around the ER, cursing under my breath at the packed hospital, all the gangs going to war with each other ending them all here. Working 7 hours nonstop, anger still pulsing through me from Matt brushing me off, as well as this crppy shift due to me being missing for months.

"Daeva?" A voice calls behind me as I stand over a gangbanger, prepping his stitches.

"Foggy? What are you doing here." I sigh as I look back at my patient.

"Why are all the gang members of Hells Kitchen in your hospital?" Foggy asks as nurses, doctors, and cops push past him making him stumble in all directions.

"The war." I say simply in an annoyed tone before reasking my question, "Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for a certain someone, he's not answering my calls," Foggy says in a sort of coding of words, to mask who we are talking about in the packed ER room.

I roll my eyes and start to stitch the guy that is seated next to me, but he jumps the second the needle hits him.

"Fuck, careful bitch!" He curses as he holds his busted-up arm. I look down at him with a fuming expression, grabbing his ar forcefully and holding it down.

"Maybe you should've been more careful before joining a dumb-ass gang," I grunt, my accent slipping out slightly due to my anger rising.

A hand is placed on my shoulder, Foggy trying to calm me down. I let out a sigh before answering his question.

"No, I haven't seen him," I answer as I finish off the small 6 stitches on the man's bicep. "Because of the accident, I was given the shittiest shifts until I prove myself to my boss again," I explain as I rip off my bloody gloves, throwing them away in the garbage bin. 

The gang member examines his bicep, flexing it which will make the stitches pop right back out. I grab his wrist and pull it down, cuffing him to the chair.

"If you rip those stitches, I'm not stitching it back up for you,"  I warn him, as his eyes give me a once over, a smirk stretching onto his lips. 

"Oh, you wish." I scoff as I see him about to start talking before walking away, Foggy following behind me closely.

"So he hasn't come into the building?" Foggy asks again as I walk to get a new pair of gloves.

"No, I think I would have noticed him through all these gang members." I joke as I look over Foggy's worried face.

"I know you're worried... so am I," I tell him honestly.

"So can you check the system to see if he came into any other hospital?" Foggy asks, tucking a piece of his blonde hair behind his ear.

"Yeah, let me just finish up this paperwork for him." I sigh as I glance at the guy I just stitched up, his eyes glued to my ass.

But in a second his eyes glance to the side, and he jumps up trying to rip his hand out of the cuffs. His yells make us all jump in shock before he topples the hospital bed over, multiple things dropping.

"You son of a bitch!" He yells at a taller buff man who walks in with an officer.

"Call security!" A nurse yells in fear as she steps away from the ruckus, but it was too late as my guy rips the handle he was cuffed to, hitting the officer holding the second guy clean in the face making us all jump.

He finds the scalpel, holding it out with shaky hands due to his stitches being torn up.

"Stop! There are innocents here!" I yell as I push patients behind me.

"You don't know what he-" He starts to yell at me, flailing the scalpel around. 

"And I don't care. There are police outside as well as in. Dozens of eyewitnesses, so you tell me. You put the scalpel down and you get off, or you knife him and he fights back and you both get jail time. Up to you." I explain, my hand raised for him to give me the scalpel.

His eyes are wide, bouncing around the people in the room before he drops the knife. I step forward and swipe the knife backward with my foot.

The gangbanger is manhandled by a local office, his face scrunched in pain.

"Easy, he's still wounded," I warn the officer as I walk towards them, ready to stitch his arm back up.

"Look what he just did?!" The officer yells at me, but I simply look up at him with a blank face.

"I did, I saw him surrender. So if you could let go of my patient so I could do my job, it would be quite appreciated." I state shortly as I wrap my hand around my patient's other arm, my eyes never leaving the officers.

He stares me down before scoffing, mumbling "crazy bitch" under his breath, letting go of the gang member and walking off.

"You are one crazy bitch." The man looks at me with a smirk as I sit him down and examine his bleeding arm.

"This crazy bitch just saved your sorry ass. You're lucky I'm even stitching you back up." I scoff as I look around the ER, nurses glued to the wall still in fear.

"You right." He chuckles as his eyes scan my fingers at work.

I look up at Foggy who holds his brown leather bag to him, his eyes in shock still. 

"Go into the office, I'll be there in a second to find our special friend," I tell him lowly as I start to pull his skin back together. Foggy nods and runs off leaving me to do my job.

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I drop into the rolly chair, ripping apart pieces of a twizzler and throwing them into my mouth. 

"No matches found," Foggy says in distress as he stares blankly at the screen.

"I don't know where he is." I sigh as I rub my tired eyes.

"Why weren't you with him?" Foggy speaks under his breath causing my heart to skip a beat, my eyes narrowing as I look at him.

"You think I didn't try? He made me leave." I make utterly clear, pushing my index finger to my chest angrily.

Foggy nods to himself as I stand from my seat.

"He's extremely complicated, this is nothing new. He's probably home right now." I explain as I throw out my wrappers and stretch my back, ready to head back to work.

"Sorry...you're right." Foggy sighs, grabbing his bag to head home.

"I'm always right." I joke before turning my back and heading back to work, Foggys laughs booming behind me.

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