Love Maze

Chapter 1

Madelyn's POV

     I hate pagers. Especially when I'm on my shift, I sleep with it, eat lunch with it, unfortunately go to the bathroom with it as well. Not that I have a choice, it's a requirement for the job. But it doesn't matter, because I hate them.

     Imagine waking up to a small, cute little machine beeping and vibrating in the middle of the night when you're in bed, forcing you to get out and go deal with people when you are having a magical dream.

     Exactly, it sucks.

     But what sucks more is going to the hospital and seeing all the patients either in discomfort or pain, staring at you with hope filled in their eyes for you to end their misery. And at times, it just doesn't work that easily.

     "Got paged again?" I immediately rushed through the doors to the ER, nodding at my colleague.

      And to my surprise, before I even got to my patients little space, or room as we call it. The alarm went off for a code blue. Oh shit. I ran over as nurses along with some other staff rushed to the room.

      "What's happening?" I asked, sliding the blue rubber gloves on my hand.

      "He's having a seizure." I nodded, lowering the bed so the patient is lying completely flat. Taking out a flash light, checking the patient's pupils.

      "Continue on the IV, let me in on the situation here." I looked over at the nurse as she looked down at the files in her hands, probably all the information on what happened.

      "Brain damage, he fell 26 feet down and got injured. I guess his brain was hit somehow while that happened." I frowned, what and how are these people even getting themselves in these situations? 

      "Okay, run a CBC, EBG, EKG, ABG. Do an MIR and CAT as well. Check for any other internal injuries, mainly look at the brain. Give me the results back immediately. Do you know how any of this happened?" I asked, seeing the patient being pushed away for tests in the labs.

      "No idea Doc." I just nodded, taking off and disposing the gloves. Sighing while walking back over to the nurse's station.

      I swear I see some of the craziest things happening while working here, I don't even understand how people get themselves in this situation? Like, where were you? What were you doing? And did you not take any safety precautions before doing any of the things that led you into this department of the hospital?

      I understand broken bones, or sprains and fevers that come in at times. But the injuries such as falling from an extremely high ground, did someone try to kill you and push you down? Or were you trying to commit and leave this world?

     I can't wait to finish my residency and go work full time in a pediatric ward. I see kids here at times as well, but more adults come in than kids all the time. I looked over at the electric clock on the wall, showing 2 AM. Fun, I love 32 hour shifts.

     "On your shift?" I looked back in front of me, frowning as the guy leaned on the desk and smiled at me, his white cloak made me question his presence. He definitely isn't assigned in the ER, at least not right now.

     "Hello?" I asked before looking up, meeting with the familiar pair of eyes once again. Seriously, the third time this week. My thoughts stopping in their track as I made eye contact with him. So it's that very attractive surgeon I bumped into.

      "Hi," he nodded, giving me a charming smile before walking inside the station, taking a seat next to me. There are so many vacant seats, why does he have to take the one next to mine? "I'm on my shift as well, it kind of sucks though." I raised a brow at him. Okay?