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Lottie can restart a heart, but she can't stop her own from racing everytime she sees him.
Wired headphones tucked into her ears, black cargo pants whispering against each other, the distinct metallic click of her right knee marking every step - Dr. Charlotte Bones walks toward the hospital like it's a battlefield she's already lost.
Hozier coos in her ears while her thoughts spiral louder than the sirens.
Today is supposed to be Robby-free.
No lingering stares.
No almost conversations.
No pretending she doesn't feel the shift in the air when he steps into a room.
All she has to do is survive the blood, the screaming, the fluorescent lights. Then she can go home to her empty apartment - to nicotine-stained fingers and cheap beer on the fire escape, trying to drink away the echo of trauma and the sound of his voice in her head.
But hospitals thrive on unpredictability.
And nothing - absolutely nothing - ever goes according to plan for Dr. Charlotte Bones.
Especially not when it comes to him.