About You [COMPLETED]

-Seventeen- AFTER: Seven years later

*7 years later*

I woke up to my phone ring in my ears. "Hello?" I asked quiet loudly and got out of my sheets as I recognised the number. "Dr. Mayers, we have an emergency. Dr. Halls is on the way, could you come asap?" she asked me, the pace of words flowing from her lips being faster than the thought process in my head.

"Yes I'll be there, start with the minor procedures" I said and kept the call. Giving a glance at my bedside clock that said 2 a.m., I ran my hands through my hair and tied it into a messy bun. I went to the washroom, splashed water on my face and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. You didn't get time to brush when it was an emergency surgery you had to attend to.

Grabbing a water bottle along with my bag and car keys, I stepped out into the London spring air and got into my car, reaching the hospital in five minutes.

"Justin, what's the situation" I asked the receptionist who was standing in his place, anticipating the doctors arrival. "Chest injury, patient's unconscious and suffers from lots of bloss loss" Angel, the nurse who had called me, made an appearance from the staff room.

"Where's Dr. Halls?" I asked her referring to the lead doctor who was to perform the surgery. I was still an assistant who was specialising in cardiac surgery but required atleast two years more to get that degree. Until then I performed surgical tasks under the lead of Dr. Colin Halls.

"He should have reached, should be entering any time now" she looked at her watch when he came in from the main entrance. "Serena, great to see you. Let's go" he said and paced ahead after asking about which ICU we had to go to.

Hastily putting on the green robes through our heads we entered the ICU to start our work. A man lay on the bed with a bright spotlight directly over his head. Without wasting another second I made my way to the patient to assess what had happened.

One look and I stood rooted to my spot in shock as there were memories flashing through my head. "Serena, you okay?" Colin asked, his warm brown eyes showing concern above the green masks that hid half our faces from the view of the other. Good thing we had them on, he couldn't make out my expression.

"Yes, I'm fine" I steadied myself as I got a full clear view of the painfully familiar face. It was Matt.

I had not expected even a bit of that surprise as I was awoken by the phone call. Seven long years, I had lost hope of ever meeting them and here he was, Matt, almost dying. This was not how I had pictured seeing him again, without the smile of recognition on his face.

A part of cloth was cut out from his uniform near the thoracic region. A bullet had pierced his ribs and penetrated the lung, closely missing the heart. Angel was constantly monitoring his heart rate and blood pressure while I made a clean slit in the centre of his chest.

He was very lucky in the way the piece of metal had embedded itself in not a very complicated way. It would have hurt real bad but atleast now we knew that his chances of surviving were above the chances of death.

After removing the bullet and cleaning the surrounding cardiac tissues from the fragments, we went on with repairing the lung and ribs that had got damaged.

On closing the bullet cavity and stitching back the skin in place, we made sure he breathed fine and that there was no problem in his heart rate and blood flow. The air wasn't escaping from his lungs which was very good news. I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked God silently for the best news I had learnt of in the past few years.

At around 6 a.m. we got out and two soldiers walked up to us. "He's doing fine" Colin said and smiled. "Thank you doctor" one of them said. "She performed a wonderful job too" he said and put his hand on my shoulder, patting it. It was this spirit of Colin Halls that made people instantly adore him.