After a messy and painful divorce from her ex-husband, Madeline decided to shift her focus entirely to her career. Her passion for medicine and her patients became her primary motivation-until she crossed paths with a blue-eyed detective who disrupt...
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Madeline sat beside April and Natalie as they ate, while Will stood next to them, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
"You brought something from home?" Natalie asked, eyeing him curiously. "I've seen your fridge. What'd you bring—expired yogurt and baking soda?"
Madeline laughed at the thought of his disgusting fridge. "I guess things haven't changed at all."
"All right, we get it. He's rich," Will said, shrugging nonchalantly.
"He's just new. He's trying to be nice," April chimed in, lifting her plate to her face to take another bite.
"What are you eating, Natalie?" Will asked, eyeing her plate.
"It's some cabbage kale thing. I promised my mother-in-law I'd try it, so..." Natalie replied, bringing her fork toward her mouth.
"Disgusting," Madeline commented, standing up to throw her trash away. "You know, it's okay to say no, right?"
"You got, uh..." Will started, pointing at his mouth, then he paused. "Actually, let me get you some napkins." He walked off quickly to grab some.
"Thank you," Natalie smiled at him.
"I think I'm seeing something," April said with a mischievous smirk.
"Yes! I've been trying to tell them, but they act like airheads," Madeline said, clapping her hands together dramatically.
"You both are crazy. We're just friends. No," Natalie protested, shaking her head.
"If you say so," April chuckled.
Just then, the sound of sirens filled the air, growing louder as they approached. Will returned with napkins in hand and handed them to Natalie, but before they could say much more, their beepers went off.
Maggie came running toward them, urgency in her steps. "Shooting in a movie theater. Mass casualties. It's about to get crazy. EMTs are four minutes out."
"Check that, they're here," Will confirmed, his attention already turning to the door as the EMT vehicles started to pull up to the hospital.
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"Another maniac going crazy in a theater. This the world we live in?" Will muttered as Madeline followed him out of the ER.
"I guess so," Madeline replied, shaking her head in disbelief.
"What do we got?" Maggie asked, her voice sharp with urgency.
"Lucy Simms, 34, unresponsive. Flaccid, agonal breathing. Tubed her without drugs," Sylvia said, helping to push the stretcher toward the trauma room.
"Trauma Two," Maggie directed, pointing toward the room.
