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 stood by the computer, typing away, when she noticed Will walking past and settling at the computer in front of hers.
"Good morning, Ms. Sánchez," Will said with a smirk.
"Morning?" Madeline replied, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"You're glowing," he said, his tone playful.
Before she could respond, Maggie, who had overheard, chimed in with a teasing grin. "Oh my, he's right! You got laid last night, didn't you?"
Madeline laughed, shaking her head. "Since when are you two so interested in my sex life, huh? But yes, I got laid last night," she said, sending them a wink.
"So who was it?" Maggie asked, her curiosity piqued.
"I don't know, some random guy from a bar. Had to fake it," Madeline replied with a scowl, causing both of them to laugh.
Before they could respond further, the sound of sirens interrupted the moment. A stream of police cars began arriving at the front of the hospital, a clear sign that something serious was happening.
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"Dr. Sanchez, April, Baghdad!" Maggie's voice rang out loudly as the ED became chaotic with the incoming trauma.
"On it!" Madeline responded swiftly, already running toward the patient. She assessed the situation quickly as they moved him to a room. "Weak pulse, not breathing," she said, beginning chest compressions with one hand.
"One, two, three, four holes—face, neck, chest," Madeline counted the bullet wounds as they came into view.
"Belly's hard as a rock. He's bleeding into his abdomen," April noted, feeling his stomach.
"Okay, we'll deal with that after we get him an airway. Intubation kit?" Madeline asked.
"Yes, Doctor," April confirmed.
"Half his face is gone. No change. I get a tube in, but he needs a cric," Madeline said, feeling the patient's neck and beginning to cut beneath it to insert a tracheostomy tube. Suddenly, the monitors started beeping wildly.
"He's crashing!" April exclaimed.
"Asystole. I'm on his chest," April said, moving to do chest compressions.
"No compressions, we can't save him," Madeline stopped her, her voice firm.
"Dr. Sanchez, I'm losing his pulse," one of the nurses called out.
Madeline checked her watch, knowing what was coming. "Okay, time of death, 14:38," she announced quietly, her eyes somber as she removed her gloves.
She moved quickly to the next patient, removing her mask and calling out to the team, "Bag her."
