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♋ | iv.

[ ALY ]

3 DAYS AGO

The ER is as much of a mess as it usually is, which is somehow comforting. Before I left for work tonight, Logan and I got into another fight about me going back to school for my doctorate degree. It's hard enough to even be accepted into the program, but trying to attend classes while working full time on the weekends and then having your boyfriend doubt the purpose makes things a lot more stressful.

Shaking my head at the thought of our fight, I tighten the tail of my ponytail and examine the ER board, which was full. At the desk, another nurse calls to see if we could transfer any of our patients to the floor, which was a waste of a phone call.

Another phone call comes in, and since all of my patients are stable and no longer asking for pain medication, I pick the phone up off of the base and balance it on my shoulder as I take my notepad out of my pocket and prepare for a report from the incoming ambulance.

"Medic 2 is en route to your facility with an unresponsive patient. We currently have an IV established and fluids running. Patient was found unconscious on the U-Penn campus, unknown down time. We're 2 minutes out."

"Copy. No further," I reply, hanging the phone up.

I quickly don a gown and gloves from the supply bay and anxiously wait for the incoming patient to arrive. It's hard to get excited over what seems to be a stable patient, but at least it'll keep my mind off of everything else that is going on.

The ambulance rolls in and they quickly unload the patient, but automatically something in my stomach sinks and that's when the familiarity sets it. As the trauma patient gets closer to me, I find it easier and easier to place that feeling.

It's Logan. I could sense it from the moment he came in the door. He was still dressed in the same faded blue zip-up jacket and jeans from when I saw him about two hours ago, just before he left to meet up with some friends across campus.

Suddenly, I feel tears start to slip from my eyes down to my cheeks as the Paramedic gives me a report on the patient. No words make sense right now. The only thing I seemed to be able to comprehend was that my boyfriend was unresponsive and the nurses around me were moving in what felt like lightening fast speed. As I take a step back from all of the commotion around me, the only thing that my eyes lock onto is the astrological Gemini symbol carved into his arm.

Out of nowhere, Logan starts productively coughing and he can't seem to clear his throat - almost to the point where his face turns blue. Somehow, I get lost in the only thing recognizable in his obviously pale face - his blue eyes. They're bold, yet defeated at the same time.

"Hey, there's something in his throat," The other nurse says as she does a blind finger sweep.

"What is it?" I question.

The other nurse unravels a piece of paper and her usually stone-expressioned face changes into horror.

"What does it say?"

"No one ever wanted to play with a two-face anyways."

Confused, I look down at Logan's face and this time, I can't stop the tears that roll down my cheeks. When the other nurse realizes the connection between the two of us, she immediately kicks me out.

I stand outside of the door looking into the room for another twenty minutes until I hear the heart monitor start to ring out with a flatline and the code team run down the hallway.