A/N- Hey guys this is a new one I've been thinking about writing for awhile. It's a little confusing but hopefully you'll be able to follow it. Reviews are appreciated.

Disclamer: I own nothing. Everything belongs to The N or tom Lynch or whoever actually owns it.

"Dr. Carlin please report to room 319." I sigh as I hear the announcement over the intercom. I love my job but it's very demanding. I head down the hallway to the room to see my next patient. I walk into the room and grab the clipboard off of the end of their bed and check it over.

"Excuse me? Are you Dr. Carlin?" I look up from the clipboard to se a redheaded man that looked about 30 years old.

"Yes, hi Mr..." I look back down at the clipboard. "Porter"

"Please, call me Michael."

"Okay Michael. It seems you were admitted here for...a heart attack, and you also had irregular heartbeat. So how long has that been going on?"

"About a week. I went to the doctor because I had trouble breathing. He gave me some medicine but then this morning I had a heart attack and I don't know what went wrong with the medicine."

"Well sometimes it's not the medicine. It could happen anyway. I think we're going to keep you here for a few days to make sure you're okay."

"Thank you Doctor."

"You're welcome Mr. Port- I mean Michael." I sent him a smile and then walked out of his room.

I walked into my office and took a seat. I was seriously beat. I looked at my computer screen and noticed I had 35 new emails. Great. I scanned through them, most of them were about my patients, some were junk mail, and one had a very familiar address. I couldn't remember whose it was so I clicked it open.

Spencer

I know it's been awhile but I just wanted to see how you were. I know you're mad but for God sake's Spencer it's been 7 years! Please email me back.

Kyla

My eyes got wide. Oh my God. I haven't talked to her in 7 years and she decides to contact me now? I haven't talked to her or any of them for a long time. They don't know where I am or what my job is or anything. I was so mad at them that I just left. I'll worry about this later. I shut the email page and walked out of my office and to the employee lounge.

"Hey Spencer" I turn to see Jennifer sitting at a table eating chocolate pudding. I smile. She loves her pudding. I grab some coke out of the fridge and sit down across from her. "Hey what's wrong?" Jen could always read me so easily. That's probably why she's my best friend.

"I um, got an email from an old friend in LA."

"Is that bad?"

"Yeah. There was a reason I left LA"

"I've been asking you for years what your home was like but you never tell me. What happened there Spencer? What happened that was so bad?" I sighed. I guess it's time I finally tell some one.

"Okay here it goes. Back in LA I wanted so badly to be a doctor. I got into Harvard and had a scholarship and everything. My life was great there. I had friends that were amazing. There was Aiden Dennison. He was an amazing basketball player and was a great friend who helped me come out. Then there was Chelsea Lewis. She was an artist. Then there was Kyla Woods. She's the one I got the email from. She was an actress and the funniest person in the world. And then there was……Ashley Davies. She was my girlfriend. I was so in love with her."

"Okay wait. If you had such a great life then why did you leave?"

"They didn't……they didn't support me. I wanted to be a doctor and they didn't think I should. My dad had this business and he wanted me to take over it when I turned 18 instead of going to college."

"What was the business?"

"He had a company that did contracting and stuff, I really didn't want to do that. My mom and dad, my brothers, my friends, and even my girlfriend wanted me to do it. They told me I would never make it as a doctor and I would never be able to get through college. They had always supported me in everything I did except for this. It was like they were totally different people."

"They told you you couldn't do it?"

"Yeah they told me I would fail. I couldn't believe it because they always told me I could do anything. Even Ashley told me I couldn't do it. She wasn't the person I fell in love with. They weren't the people I trusted."

"So what did you do?"

"I had a full scholarship and I paid for everything else with my own money and just went to college and left them there and never looked back. I haven't talked to any of them in 7 years"

"Even your parents or your brothers?"

"Not even them. They didn't know where I lived or what hospital I worked at. They didn't even know I became a doctor."

"Wasn't it hard to leave Ashley?"

"It was but she was different. She wasn't the same person I fell in love with."

"So how did Kyla get a hold of you?"

"I never changed my email"

"Oh….so why didn't anyone else try to contact you?"

"The day before I left I told them I never wanted to hear from them again."

"Well why did Kyla email you then?"

"I don't know. She was always the headstrong one. Or maybe Ashley told her to."

"You think those two are still friends?"

"Actually Kyla is Ashley's half sister."

"Oh okay. So what are you going to do?"

"Do about what?" I ask taking a sip from my coke.

"Are you going to email her back?"

"No. I don't want to talk to her again."

"Are you ever going to go back to LA?"

"No probably not."

"Don't you miss the warm weather?"

"I like the cold weather here. Sure Boston may get really cold but its home. I love it here."

"So why did you decide to work in Boston? At a hospital?"

"I didn't want my own practice and there was just something about Boston that I just loved so I picked here."

"Oh"

"Hey I'm being paged so I'll talk to you later"

"Later"

I got up and looked at my pager. Room 456. I started walking towards the room and there were about 5 or 6 people in there.

"Hi I'm Dr. Carlin." I don't look up because I'm looking at the stats on the clipboard. I put it back and look up at the patient.

"Spencer?"

"Ashley?"