When Athena Joyce was a young child, she always thought by the time she turned twenty-five she would have it all: the husband, the children, the white picket fence and a golden retriever named Billy. At the age of twenty-one, Athena's life plan was on track. She had the man, the beautiful apartment, and a Great Dane named Boris. She was in school passing every class with high marks, her boyfriend of four years was being promoted at work, and she could've sworn she saw a ring box in his coat jacket a few days before. But like all good things, her life plan came crumbling down in one afternoon. She lost the boyfriend, the apartment, and the dog. Nothing could have prepared her for the pain and emptiness left behind from a shattered heart. Her focus turned from being a badass stay at home mom and wife to being the best surgeon that America had ever seen. She flew through school by taking two semesters of classes every semester. She studied and slept for what seemed like a decade. But that is what got her to where she is now; the youngest resident to ever study at the Sephron Memorial Hospital. Young Athena never thought that her life would go in any other direction, which is probably why poor twenty-four year old Athena was sitting on the bathroom floor in her apartment worried about how she would ever get the blood infused vomit stain off of her favorite scrubs. No man was there to offer her their shoulder to cry on, no child to give her a hug, and no dog to lick up her tears. It was just her, her run-down apartment that currently had no running water, and the mice that would run around in her ceiling at night. This is where our story begins...