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One

PART ONE-

The doors crashed open and my head darted straight to them as I watched the EMT's wheel in three gurneys. A group of senior doctors rushed to the first one, seemingly a man in his late forties, unconscious and covered in blood. I winced as I caught glimpse of the second, a younger man with short brown hair, also covered in blood.

"I call dibs!" My colleague pushed in front of me as I had started making my way over to him. I scoffed at her and shook my head and waited for the third gurney to make its way over. This one held another young man, this one conscious and boy was he loud.

"DEAN!" He was shouting, the EMT was attempting to calm him down but to no avail. "DAD? Are they alive?" He continued shouting, his voice hoarse as I approached and stood beside him. "Doctor, can you please sedate him." The EMT looked to me and I frowned, he looked displeased and obviously not happy with the way the patient was behaving. "Sir, calm down!" He said sternly and I sighed looking back down at the frantic man next to me. "Hey let him speak." I pushed the EMT away gently and the man on the gurney, again bloody and dishevelled swallowed as he looked up at me. His eyes were watery and I tried to give him the kindest smile I could muster. "What's your name?" I asked as I took the gurney and began wheeling him into the empty trauma room. I stuck a pair of gloves on and reached into my pocket, pulling out my torch and flashing it into the man's eyes. "Sam." He coughed. "Hi Sam, I'm Faith." I smiled and he nodded, obviously a bit confused. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?" I asked and began feeling his head for any broken bones. He grunted and closed his eyes tightly, trying to remember what had happened before he arrived here. "A truck, it hit our car. My brother. Is he okay?"

I prepared an I.V and stuck it into his arm so gently he didn't even notice. "Let me just sort you out and I'll go find out for you." I smiled and he nodded thankfully, before the medication I'd given started to kick in and he drifted into sleep. I sighed and the doors opened, a few of my superiors coming in to take over. I stepped back to let them work and pouted my lip slightly, feeling sad for the assumed family.

"Hartley." My name peaked my interest and I looked up to Dr King, my mentor as he stepped into the room. I walked towards him, feeling intimidated. "Good job." He flashed me his billion dollar smile and my intimidation faded away, I don't know why his stare always made me feel so uneasy. I think it was the superiority complex he had, or maybe the fact that he was a man above me. I thanked him, my voice mousy and then stepped out of the room to find my next job.

Most of my time at work was spent listening, learning, it was only once a month that I worked in the ER and actually had a chance to participate in medicine. That was the joy of being an intern, but it would be worth it in the end. Getting the internship at this hospital was the thing I was most proud of, after a rocky upbringing and a lot of grafting, I had finally pushed my way into a bright future.

My mother had died when I was just a baby, my father couldn't cope with the loss and a six month old so he left, I was raised by my grandmother. We didn't have much, but we had each other. She got me into school, pushed me towards greatness and I decided to go to medical school after college. I didn't actually have any aspirations to be a doctor when I made the decision but it was a good route to go down and I knew it would make my grandma proud. And it did, she was over the moon when I got my acceptance letter and almost jumped out of her wheelchair when I told her I had a placement for my internship. I didn't particularly enjoy it but I pursued it for her, it was her last wish before she died four months ago. She told me she wanted me to be happy, be successful and be great. I assumed that she meant 'be a doctor' in her own cooky way. My grandma was a strange woman, always telling me stories about ghosts and vampires, about the time she was 'possessed by a demon'. She had dementia, and was confused and some days were better than others but she was always there for me and I was going to make her proud.