Russian Twist

The first encounter

I didn't always love reading but when I was about 15 I fell in love with my first book. I don't remember the name or all the detail but I do remember there being a damsel in distress and she was saved by her prince charming. I kept my face buried in books so I didn't have to deal with my real life. When I was about a year old me and my parents got into a car accident. An 18-wheeler had a bad axel and it broke while going 75 mph and my parents car happened to be driving right along side it. There car was crushed when the truck lost control. I however was untouched. They said it was a miracle but what do you call it when a child has to grow up with no memory of their parents... of there family. Constantly hearing stories about my parents growing up never made it easier.
Now a long 24 years later I was on my way to work. I was a nurse at the New York City trauma center. It was a hard job and I worked 12 hour graveyard shifts, but I love what I do. All the sadness I grew up around made me want to help people. Everyone always told me I had the brains to be a doctor, but nurses they do the real work. The hard stuff the life saving stuff, when you have a split second that could change a person's life forever. I was almost addicted to the job which was probably why I had no social life. This job, saving just one life was my whole being. When I did have nights off I would read. Sink into a good book that would take me away from this life to a place with shimmering lakes, tall mountains and dreamy guys. After several hours my eyes would get tired and my head would hurt. I was never a good sleeper, mostly why I loved the night shift. This morning like every other one that following was no different. I tossed and turn, I never had dreams not even nightmares. Just blackness. In a way it was scarryer, the neverending darkness.
Soon the day passed and it was yet again time to go to work. I rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom, squinting when I turned the bright lights on. Everyone loves the idea of living in new york but no one talked about the crappy apartment situation. I tied my long brown hair back in a ponytail. It would be easier with my job to just cut it short but I could never bring myself to do it. All the pictures I had of my parents my mom had long dark hair. Same as mine although it was a pain in the ass to keep up with I think it brought my closer to the mother I never got to know. Leaving the bathroom I tossed on my black pair of scrubs and shoes. The idea of wearing makeup never really sat well with me. I was more of a tomboy growing up and liked sports more than sleep overs. With that I started my walk to the hospital, I only lived a couple blocks over and enjoyed the bustle of the city. Reminded me that it wasn't all about life or death but sometimes just walking the streets. When I arrived to work Marty the charge nurse said hello while answering more phones than one man should be able to hold. He always called me by my full name, olivia instead of oly.
The night passed with no major incidents. I was leaning against the charge station talking to Marty when the new girls Franchesca walked up. The poor girl was fresh out of nursing school and took her first job here. In the busiest and most gruesome trauma center in the nation. Her bouncing blond curls unphased by the blood stained everything in this place.
"Hey oly, hey marty. I think this has been the slowest night yet."
O NO! She said the dreaded words. Marty practically spit out his coffee "O GREAT" he growled as he ran his hands through his already messy hair. Not two seconds later a call came in over the loudspeaker.
Four car pile up on the brooklyn bridge. Life flight in route, albulace ETA 3 minutes out.
A woman's voice rang over the entire trauma center. Marty starting yelling orders preparing us for the incoming victims. We were informed that 6 people were coming in.
The busses arrive in the ambulance bay, it was time for action. Marty and another nurse took the first women who arrived, it looked as though her airbag crushed her face. That's why we wear seat belts people! rang through my head. The next bus dropped off a man who was covered in blood but it didn't look to be his so I took him alone. The EMT pushing the gurney while giving me his stats.
"Male who appears to be in his mid-thirties. He apparently was helping people get away from the scene when another car pinned his leg".
Getting him to a room I closed the curtain and did a once over. Starting at his head. I ran my gloved hands through his black thick hair making sure there were no shards of glass or any cuts. Moving to his face next. He had black stubble that was sprinkled along his jaw and long eyelashes that gently laid on top of his cheeks. The rest of his face seemed mostly untouched aside from a few dirt smudges. The EMT cleared his throat loudly when he noticed me staring at the mans face a little to long. I shook my head and moved on His shirt was ripped to pieces exposing his hard muscles underneath. The man had some yummy abs and it took a lot of willpower to keep moving. His left tibia seemed to be broken but I would need an x ray to be sure. Other then the leg and the fact that he wasn't awake nothing else seemed to be wrong. The mans vitals were fine and I sent him up to radiology. Once my job was done though he was moved up to the regular hospital floors for overnight observation. Not like he could get up and leave.
After the rest of the injured came and went. The sun was rising so that was my que to leave. The walk home was always quiet, everyone still mostly asleep at 6am. This is one of the only times the city is remotely calm. When I arrived back I crashed on my bed and slipped into a dreamless sleep. I awoke the next evening to the same routine like I had been doing for the last 2 years.
I walked to the hospital like any other night. When I was cutting through a dark alley, I knew it was never a good idea but I had taken a lot of self defence classes. As I was reaching the end of the ally I heard what sounded like a russian accent.
"Thank you"
Umm... what. I whipped around to see a large man behind me. I knew I was a little short only standing at 5'3 but this man had to be at least 6'5. The russian accent wasn't helping with this being less scary in a dark alley thing.
"I said thank you for helping me the other night".
The man stepped closer placing him right under a dim light hanging from the brick wall. It was the man from last night the so called hero. But he was walking and talking, just the other night he was in a coma with a broken leg. I slid my right foot back into an attack position. He noticed this and let out a little chuckle. His green eyes danced with some kind of humor but I was breathing too heavy to care why he found this so funny.
"I am not here to hurt you, just to thank you".
In a blink of an eye he was in front of me holding my hand that I had ready to attack. He laid a gentle kiss on it. Sparks flew up my arm and my heart somehow sped up even more. His head tilted to connect his eyes with mine and they gleamed with intense hunger. Dear lord was this man going to kill me.
"Mate"
The word slipped from his lips so softly that I almost didn't catch it. Mate.... Was that a new word for murder.
"I could not smell you from far away, your wolf...it is so faint".
My wolf?
"Buddy look I am glad you are thankful for the help, by the way, I don't know how you are up walking! But it's time for me to go so if you could kindly just give my hand back".
At that moment I tried to pull my hand away, his grip was even stronger then it looked. My hand did not budge even a little. Sweat broke out on my forehead. What was going on.
"Moya kroshka I just found you, I can't let you go."
My eyes bulged "Moya what?" "My name is Olivia I think you have got me confused with another" tugging my hand harder.
"You are Moya kroshka, my little one."
LET ME GO. I was going to end up on the news with all those stupid girls who walk home alone at night. A swift tug had my chest pressed against his and my breath caught. His scent was so good, a mix of fresh laundry and cinnamon. My head swam with the intense overwhelming sensation that overcame me. My toes tingled and my body went weak. Before I knew it my hands were on his chest and his arm around my lower back. The only thing keeping me up at this point were his big strong manly arms. What was wrong with me! Then as suddenly as it all started my world went black.