IRREVERSIBLE (BXB)

LATE

SKY'S POV
The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on my bedroom floor. But there was no time to appreciate it. Not today. Today was my first day at Lumina Vista Hospital, and I was late.

I jumped out of bed with a jolt, cursing myself for oversleeping. In a whirlwind of motion, I hastily threw on my uniform, barely pausing to glance at the clock. Breakfast was out of the question - I was already behind schedule.

With a sense of urgency, I dashed out the door and into my car, the engine roaring to life as I sped towards the hospital. As I approached the grand entrance, the sheer size of the building took my breath away. My mother, a senior doctor here, had always spoken of its vastness, but seeing it in person was awe-inspiring.

I hurried inside, my heart pounding in my chest as I made my way to the reception desk to report in. That's when I saw him - a familiar face amidst the sea of strangers. Dr. Stone. The man who had treated me after my fall some months ago.

"Hey," I greeted, relief flooding through me at the sight of someone familiar.

Dr. Stone's eyes widened in recognition. "Well, well, if it isn't Skyler Thompson. What brings you back to our humble abode?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I chuckled nervously. "Just starting my first day as a nurse here," I explained, handing over my paperwork.

Dr. Stone's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he accepted the envelope. "Skyler Thompson, huh? Never would've guessed," he remarked, a smile tugging at his lips.

With a nod, Dr. Stone welcomed me and began giving me a tour of the hospital. We walked through the bustling corridors, passing by departments and meeting various staff members along the way. Finally, we arrived at my designated department.

"This is where you'll be working," Dr. Stone explained, a sense of pride evident in his voice. "You'll be reporting to me."

As Dr. Stone left me with the other nurses he had introduced me to, a wave of excitement washed over me. Despite the rocky start to the day, I was filled with a sense of purpose and determination. My journey as a nurse at Lumina Vista Hospital had begun, and I was ready to embrace it wholeheartedly.

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Dr. Stone's hands shook as he stared at the two documents resting on his desk - one bearing the name of Melissa Thompson, the other her son, Skyler Thompson. The implications were too dire to comprehend. Melissa, his trusted colleague and friend, involved in such nefarious activities? And her own son, Skyler, potentially caught in the crossfire?

Memories flooded back - clandestine meetings, whispered conversations, all in the name of investigating the black market. Melissa had been a key player in their efforts to uncover the illicit trade of organs. But never, in his wildest nightmares, had Dr. Stone imagined that she would involve her own flesh and blood in such dangerous dealings.

Frantically, he tried to make sense of it all. Perhaps Melissa's killers had known of her intentions to expose them and had taken preemptive action. Or maybe it was all just a twisted coincidence. But deep down, Dr. Stone knew that there was more to the story than met the eye.

"Why him?" he muttered to himself, the question lingering in the air like a specter.

Before he could dwell on it any longer, there was a knock at the door, pulling him back to reality. With a jolt, Dr. Stone hastily shoved the incriminating documents into a drawer, his heart racing in his chest.

Skyler entered, his presence a bittersweet reminder of the turmoil swirling inside Dr. Stone's mind.

"Can I ask a question, Dr. Stone?" Skyler inquired, his voice hesitant.

Dr. Stone forced a smile, masking the turmoil raging within him. "Of course, Sky. What's on your mind?"

Skyler hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Did you know Melissa Thompson? I heard she used to work here," he asked, his eyes searching Dr. Stone's face for answers.

The mention of Melissa's name sent a pang of sorrow through Dr. Stone's heart. "Yes, I knew her," he replied, his voice heavy with emotion. "She was a very close friend of mine."

Skyler nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "I heard about her good works from the nurses and heard of how she tragically died," he added softly.

Dr. Stone felt a lump form in his throat at the mention of Melissa's death. It had been a devastating loss for everyone who knew her, but now, faced with the possibility of something far more sinister, the pain felt rawer than ever.

"Thank you for sharing, Sky," Dr. Stone said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You can go back to your work."

As Skyler left the room, Dr. Stone was left alone with his thoughts.

SKY'S POV

Leaving Dr. Stone's office, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the mention of my mother, Melissa. She had been a respected senior doctor at Lumina Vista Hospital, and her legacy resonated throughout the halls. As I walked, I couldn't help but admire the impact she had left on the hospital and its staff.

"Sky, come here! You're needed, it's an emergency!" Dennis's urgent voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. Without hesitation, I hurried over to where Dennis was standing, ready to assist in any way I could.

A man lay on a stretcher, his forehead matted with blood. I immediately sprang into action, helping to transport him to the nearest ward where we could attend to his injuries. As we worked to stabilize him, I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline at being involved in my first emergency situation at the hospital.

Once the patient was settled, Dr. Stone arrived, his presence commanding the room. He wasted no time in assessing the situation, asking for details about the patient's condition.

"He has a laceration on his forehead, and he's showing signs of a concussion," I reported, relaying the information I had gathered during my initial assessment. "His blood pressure is stable, but his heart rate is elevated."

Dr. Stone nodded, his expression focused as he reviewed the patient's chart. "Continue monitoring his vital signs and administer pain relief as needed," he instructed, before swiftly leaving the room.

As I glanced at the clock, I realized that it was already noon. Time had flown by in the midst of the emergency, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as I remembered my plans to meet Liam later that day.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath as I quickly sent Liam a text message, apologizing for the delay and explaining the situation at the hospital. His response came almost immediately, filled with understanding and concern.

"Take care, especially within those hospital walls."

As I returned my focus to the task at hand, I felt a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to follow in my mother's footsteps and make a difference in the lives of others.