Grace is 24 and an Emergency Room technician who runs around helping save lives in traumas while managing her last semester of nursing school. She's helping triage patients one day when a handsome British patient can't stop staring at her and asking...
Grace ———— "I need gauze and an 18 gauge IV with fluids and tubing NOW!"
I yell as I'm trying to stabilize my trauma patient, they were hit by a drunk driver and I refuse to let the drunk driver win. I'm rushing around trying to get everything situated and attached to my patient before taking him to CT to see what is going on inside his body that we can't see. I finally get an IV in and get his fluids running and we start rushing him to CT. I'm standing in the CT tech room waiting for his scans to get done when Beck walks over to me, he was the tech helping in the trauma sadly, I couldn't get anyone else.
"Do you think he's going to make it?"
He asks me while looking a little nervous and skid-dish and I can understand why, this is probably one of the worst traumas even I have seen.
"Idk, I hope so but we just never know"
I say giving him a half hearted smile, mainly because 2 years ago after Nick and I broke up, Colie told me everything. She told me that Beck was the one sending the threats, and what he said and sent to Nick, it took Everything I had not to kill him on the spot but I knew the best way was for him to think he won.
I haven't talked to Nick for the better part of a year, we continued to talk, and stay in contact even though we were broken up but a year ago we agreed that it would be best if we didn't talk anymore due to my wanting this career as well as him wanting his, and me not wanting the spotlight. It hurt pretty fucking bad but I knew deep down it was for the best.
"How've you been? Wanna grab dinner sometime?"
Beck says and I roll my eyes at him
"Beck you ask me that all the time and I give you the same answer. I. Don't. Date. Coworkers. Especially the ones that have a tendency of ghosting people, now shut up so I can focus on my patient."
He huffed and walked away, Colie told me to never let him know that I know what he did, due to him possibly still having the picture, but thankfully he and my friend Bridget went out one night and I asked her to check his photos so she did
*3 months ago at Rockies"
Bridget - "HEYYYY BECK!!! Would you mind if I use your phone to call an Uber quick, mine died?"
Beck - "Sure, here, the passcode is 098765"
Bridget - "you're an Angel!!"
Bridget walks back to me and we instantly to go photos, I find the picture of Nick and I kissing in the parking lot and I can feel my heart breaking at how much I miss him.
"Mother fucker."
I mutter under my breath as I delete the photo then go to recently deleted and delete it from there. It's gone, it's finally gone. I decided to shoot Nick a quick text letting him know that the picture was deleted, he's in London rn shooting RWRB2 so I know he's probably asleep but I still want to tell him
Grace: hey I know we haven't talked in a while but I just wanted to let you know the picture is gone. My friend Bridget tricked Beck into giving her his phone tonight and we deleted it. It's gone.
I slip my phone back in my pocket and nod to Bridget and say
"Thank you so much, I owe you one!"
I turn and walk out as Bridget actually orders an Uber to get home.
I walk back into my single apartment, Colie moved into a house with Taylor a few months ago so I'm living by myself now in a one bedroom, I'm saving up money to hopefully buy a Ranch that's outside of town, I've been talking to the owner and it's gorgeous, the house is the exact definition of my dream house, a 6 bedroom home, with Gray siding with a stone foundation and cedar accents.
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I change into my pajamas which consist of one of Nicks T-shirts that I can't seem to part with, it has the Union Jack on the front and it was the first shirt of his I ever wore, words can't express how much I miss him but I can't be with him if it means giving up nursing.
*end of flash back*
I'm pulled from my thoughts when I hear
"Scans are up!"
I race over to the tech and look at the scans,
"Shit his spleen is ruptured! He needs emergency surgery before he bleeds out, go go GO get him out of the machine!!"
I yell as we rush to get him out of the machine and up to surgery, the surgeon meets us in the trauma room and takes the patient upstairs, I walk around the room helping the techs clean up when Colie comes running in, I look at her and she says
"Hey I need you in room 12 G"
I look at her and say
"Why what's going on? Can't someone else help?"
She gives me the 'come on Gracie pretty please' so I roll my eyes and follow her out to room 12, I open the door and hear the thick British accent that hasn't left my mind since I last saw him
"Grace."
Nick ————— Grace❤️: hey I know we haven't talked in a while but I just wanted to let you know the picture is gone. My friend Bridget tricked Beck into giving her his phone tonight and we deleted it. It's gone.
I keep looking at the text she sent me 3 months ago on repeat. Thinking to myself, it's over, maybe we can be together now. So here I am, back in the Emergency Room where Grace works and Colie running off to find her. I can feel that my palms are sweating and my heart is skipping a beat at the thought of seeing her again.
Suddenly I am pulled from my thoughts at the door opening, I look up and I see her looking at her work phone charting for the last patient she saw. She is wearing blue scrubs to signify that she's a nurse, the Hoka Shoes her mom got her for her graduation, her hair is up in a bun and holy shit. She's still wearing the ring. My ring.
