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I watched as they were entwined and locked in each other's embrace. They rolled around and around, not letting go, oblivious to my presence. Monsters, traitors. They used me. I felt hot, stinging tears rolling down my flaming cheeks.

"What the hell?" I screamed into the bedroom. My fiancé and my best friend jumped and scrambled under the blankets of our bed. Their eyes were wide and plain frightened, with not a silver of regret or self distain.

In my rage I ripped our engagement ring off my index finger and threw it somewhere in the room. I didn't care anymore.

"We are over. Done. Don't you dare talk to me again! And you too! Bloody hell!" I swore and turned away from them, running down the stairs, footsteps ringing, lingering behind me. I stormed out of the house with my bare essentials, with the shouts, begs and calls of the illegal couple radiating behind me as I left, slamming the cursed door.

2 years later.......

I rushed about the surgery room, sweat pouring down like a waterfall from my glistening forehead, the only part of me not covered with white medical clothing and blue plastic protective gear. This patient was badly sick, and if I hurried, I could save her.

As I executed the procedure with the precision of an expert, my mind was too occupied to think about anything other than the job in front of me, and the patient I needed to assist, to help recover. Being the assistant head doctor was tiring work, especially because the actual head doctor of Rose Bay Hospital was busy in his office labouring away. I would have appreciated some help.

The procedure took roughly an hour in the pristine operating room, painted white and filled to the brim with nurses and medical equipment. People bustled around me as I operated around the patient's chest, extracting the shrapnel from the bullets as quickly and carefully as I could. Her face was monotone, white like a sheet, and cold as her breaths were barely heard in the room. She was holding on. She just needed to stay with me a while longer.

Finally, the painstaking progress was over, and to my immense and immediate relief, the patient's heart rate stabilised back to normal and she began to take bigger breaths in her unconsciousness. Thank goodness that terrorist was arrested. If not he could count on me to hunt him down myself for harming an innocent woman like the patient.

The nurses wheeled the moving bed out, and the relieved faces of the woman's family filled me with blissful joy. Another job well done, another family that I knitted back together. I had the chance to calm down so I fast walked to the nearest staff bathroom, having taken my medical protection off my steaming, tired body.

As I reached the bathroom, unwelcome flashbacks of that night suddenly began in my mind, shaking me to my core. I fell to the floor, groaning as I clutched my head, forced to remember the night my own family crumbled to nothing but ash and dust. Made to remember every detail, the pain and the shock overwhelming. I began to lightly sob, scared that someone would notice me in my weak and pathetic state. I enjoyed helping others but I was never mentally stable, and I would never be again.

Without warning I heard a loud siren, presumably coming from the door of the hospital. I shook myself out of my frail little shell and raced to get up. I rushed out of the bathroom and right through the people milling around the hospital, and straight to the entrance. It was not a happy sight. 

The man was just clutching onto the rope of consciousness, grimacing in pain in the emergency bed. There was blood on the clean white sheets and a small, silvery bone could be seen protruding from the side of his ribs. An ugly sport dislocation, I presumed from the rugby jersey he sported on his toned shape. I ran to the bed and wheeled it along, shouting directions to my helpers, to get what I needed for the surgery. 

We rushed into the just sanitised emergency room and I got my gear on in an eye blink, grabbing painkillers to give to the man. He groaned but accepted them, gingerly swallowing and holding her worried gaze. 

"Thanks, doctor." He whispered and smiled, before he passed out from the medication. Something fluttered inside of me and I nearly reeled, but tasked myself with the relocation of the man's rib just in time. No rest for me tonight.

For the next 2 hours I worked tirelessly, voice hoarse, body sore as I hurried around the room, grabbing things, muttering curses to myself for the unfairness of the world around me. Why did everyone have to get hurt each day?

Soon the bone was back in place. I grunted as I gradually stitched him up with almost trembling hands. Nurses grumbled around me at my sassy and unique attitude during an operation, and I chuckled knowing that the younger ones despised being told what to do. Being a nurse takes patience and experience, as well as a good amount of obedience, much like my job as assistant head doctor.

I watched as the nurses wheeled the devilishly handsome man out of the room on the bed, and took a second to appreciate how good he look. His chest was tanned and his eyes were lilac purple, complementing mine, with were a dark purple. I shook my head of such binding thoughts gingerly. I was a doctor, not some lonely pervert.

Oh, but I was very lonely.

2 days later.....

I fidgeted, nervous, for some reason, about seeing him. The rugby player was called Ryan, as I recently discovered from his medical files. I had found out he had no living relatives around and was on his own. No wonder nobody took him to hospital. A tiny bone shouldn't have caused so much blood unless he moved intensely.

He made my blood boil in a great way every time I looked into his room at his sleeping figure, and my mind would take off into a forbidden kingdom, with many strange thoughts and feelings running free through it. It was very pleasant just to accompany him when he was resting, but I was way too shy to say anything even though I was his doctor, and I was supposed to talk to him. I laughed to myself wryly.

It was time to see him. I took three huge, deep breaths, and stood up from my desk chair, and strolled out into the hospital corridors, greeting every nurse I knew on my way to his ward. He had been eating and sleeping for the past 2 days since the operation, and according to the junior doctors he was doing fine. Of course I had to check up on him, but I wanted to see him for a different reason as well. For some unknown reason I wanted to know Ryan just a little more below his strong surface.

I reached the snow white door and my heart was literally pounding out of my chest in loud thumps. I sighed and used a minute to calm the hell down. For goodness sake, this hospital had so many handsome patients other than this one! Why was I attracted to him?

With one last breath, I clutched my keyboard and opened the door. 

He lay there, hands on his thighs, and turned his head as I came in and slowly closed the door behind me. His lilac eyes went well with his short, curly brown hair, and he was young, only 27. I was 26 , and I had black hair that was straight and long, all the way down to my waist. It wasn't tied today, as I hopefully had to do no operations.

I could feel his gaze on me as I turned around to him and attempted to flash him a smile. He snickered good naturedly.

"Hello, Doctor....?" He waited politely for me to finish the sentence.

"Doctor Emilia Natalie." I sat down on the brown leather chair next to his bed and he took a long look at me. We just sat in awkward silence. 

He reminded me so much of my old, cheating, pig of a fiancé, his brown hair and his shining eyes glittered into mine, and stupid me decided to show herself. A tear slid down my cheek and I turned my head away from his now confused and extremely concerned gaze. I hated my fiancé, oh I wanted to murder him, but the memory still hurt. I scarcely managed to not slide into the world of the heart breaking memories and flashbacks.

I felt hands on my shoulders.

"Hey, hey you ok? What did I do? I'm sorry." His voice was soft, not matching his appearance, profession or sport, and certainly not his age.

I stopped myself from crying further and turned around to face my patient. I sniffled and met his alarmed eyes.

"I'm ok, don't worry. Cheating fiancé." I muttered.

The next thing I know his arm was wrapping around me, and I stiffened in surprise.

"Um."

"I'm sorry!" Ryan exclaimed and released his hold leaving a trial of goosebumps on my skin beneath the shirt.

Coughing, I asked him the actual medical questions I was here to ask. He responded to each carefully, trying his best not to trigger me. After that I smiled politely and awkwardly and walked out of the room. An unknown force passed between us and he probably knew that I would be back again tomorrow.

For 2 weeks I continued visiting him, and I was unsure how it happened, but we became closer and closer after every encounter. One day I took him out to the hospital garden and he told me of the story of his girlfriend insulting him. As a comforting gesture I put an arm on his shoulder and patted him awkwardly, cursing how socially awkward I was.

He learnt about my parents, and how they left me at 16 to fend for myself. I learnt about his hobbies. He was interested in History and Geography, and also teaching other than Rugby. It just always comes to show that there was more beneath the surface. Always.

Then one day our happy bubble broke.

I walked into his ward as usual and was shocked to find him fully dressed in his own cloths, listening to the Head Doctor talk. I caught the word dismissed, and the phrase you can go. My heart was instantly shattered as I enjoyed his company for the past two weeks, helping me forget my haunting troubles.

The head doctor walked past me, throwing me a mysterious smirk full of hidden meaning, but I decided to let it go.

"Uh, Doctor Natalie, I enjoyed my time here with you." He flashed me a sad smile and began walking away. "Thank you."

"Bye, Ryan. Get better soon." I whispered as his form disappeared from sight.

3 months later.....

I just finished another operation and was cleaned up, ready to go home. I was tired and lacked so much sleep from the past few days. I was the head doctor now since the old one retired strangely last month, at 50 years old. It was surprising but nevertheless did gift her with a pay raise. He even hired someone to do all the paperwork for her before he left.

She practically raced outside into the crisp night air, and breathed in with pleasure. It was wonderful, a gift from Nature.

She had her head down looking around in her blue handbag when she felt herself bump into someone. She hurriedly looked up and began to apologise.

"I'm sorry, I-" She stopped abruptly when she realised who it was.

"Doc Natalie." His voice was intoxicating. He seemed to have grown in 3 months, and there were no signs of any former injury. The thought filled her up with happiness.

"Hi Ryan." I stood, on my toes, nervous, ready to leap off whenever needed. I stared into his lilac eyes as if nothing had changed.

He brought a vase out from behind his back. It was sky blue with intricate patterns on it. In it were two beautiful, scarlet roses. He smiled, making me almost swoon.

I gasped as all of our memories and feelings mashed together in my mind, as the block holding my dam of emotions splintered in half. However strange it sounds, I realised that I was destined to be this  charming man's soulmate as he said:

"Emilia, you have been so dedicated to my recovery and helped me get through this challenging period of time. I love how your eyes glow whenever you talk, and I love out days sitting together in the garden, pranking and laughing at each other." He paused and looked at me adoringly, making me blush fiercely, not realising the claps of the staff behind us. 

"What my socially awkward ass is trying to say, is will you be my girlfriend?"

My heart began pounding and my eyes watered. I nodded and laughed it off. He picked me up and pressed his soft lips to mine, the cheers of everyone ringing in our ears.

I had found the other rose in my vase.