It's been a while my loves! I have taken more than 6 months, trying hard to find my inspiration for 2019. New Year, New Story, amiright? Finally, after starting, then scrapping, then re-writing, then procrastinating, I finally got ahead and pumped out this. Being my second story, I really wanted this to be more organized than "Is He Dead" (which is in progress don't come for me pleaseee) so I took my time before letting the ship leave the harbor. And I've changed multiple things about the way I write too so I might be leaving A/N a lot to explain (never in the middle of the story, most likely at the end) Anyways, thanks for reading and HAPPY FREAKING NEW YEAR!

Chapter 1:

The sky was as gloomy as everyone felt. What did I expect? Funerals are depressing. Having to go to them is even worse.

He's dead, and we couldn't stop it. Couldn't prevent it. Hell, we don't even know who did it. All we are left to do is act helpless, be helpless. Act as if laying flowers in front of his casket does him any good. It doesn't, and as I walked up to his casket, rage burned inside me as I laid a pure white rose on top of the smooth black surface. My voice was dead as I mouthed the words "Goodbye."

Someone looked over to me, sympathy in her eyes as she whispered, "You knew him?"

I peered over my shoulder, a teardrop falling on the side of the black cardigan that stuck to me. Words couldn't describe. Tears and emotions couldn't tell the story. And when I finally got a word out, I choked on them. "I didn't know him. I loved him. I didn't get the chance to tell him one last time. And now he's gone."

Months Before:

"Dr. Morgan." Someone paged. "Do you mind helping Dr. Saran by grabbing a few pints of blood from the storage closet? He needs another pair of steady hands on his surgery."

I pushed the blue button. "Which room will he be in?" And waited for a response.

"Operation room 19."

I was about to stand up. "Also, Cecile was just processed through the emergency room with Wyatt. He's passed out and she demands to see you." I looked to Dr. Sutton, and pressed the blue button again.

"Sheri, tell her I'll have a friendly face keep her company until I can get down there and examine Wyatt." I winked at Liz as both of us stood out of our chairs and went down separate sides of the hallway.

"Dr. Saran, you had Sheri page me?"

"Yes." He walked around. "This person was a victim from the fire downtown earlier today." He pointed to the X-Ray. "There are shards of glass stuck under the lower abdomen, but I can't keep the patient stable and remove the glass."

I pulled my other glove on. "Say no more." Dr. Saran pushed the cart closer to me and began stabilizing the patient.

I lowered the light, getting a better look at the placement of the glass. "Have you numbed the site of contact?" I asked.

"You really do think I am an amateur." He laughed.

"I think you're more than that. I think you're an idiot." I shot back, hearing him stifle a laugh. I took the scalpel, and meticulously started to pull the glass out. The monitor began beeping.

"Dr. Morgan, stop trying to pull the glass out, give me a second to stabilize the patient."

I practically yelled. "There's no way we can continue stabilizing the patient and the glass will move into the lower abdomen if we don't act now." I looked down at the shard and in one swift movement I flicked it out of where it was wedged and into my hand. I let out a sigh and placed it onto the tray, listening as the monitor began beeping at a normal pace.

"You didn't learn that in medical school." Dr. Saran stood, amazed.

"Nope. I learned that eating M&M's." I winked at him and walked out.

"Where are you headed?" He called after me.

"Child ER, family emergency." I called back, running up the stairs.

I turned a colorful hall, rushing into the first door I saw.

"What happened?" I stood face to face with Liz. "Cecile, what's going on?" I held her shoulders to look at her.

She was on the verge of crying. "Wyatt was playing football with his friends one minute and the next he runs in saying he can't breathe." I rushed to the side of the bed.

Seeing that the paramedics had already put an oxygen mask on him, I said, "Liz, bring me an IV from storage."

"Got it." She rushed out.

"Aunt Cam?" He blinked his eyes open.

"Yeah baby, I'm here." I soothed, rubbing his forehead.

"Can I have a sticker?"

I let out a giggle. "Sure buddy, as soon as we test you."

His lip trembled as he asked, "Will I get a shot?"

I squatted down and whispered in his ear, "Its just a little poke."

"You said that last time." He rolled his eyes.

I pushed his hair aside and kissed his forehead. "And you were very brave last time." I looked into his brown eyes. "Now here's my deal. You get stickers and 5 pieces of candy from my office if you're a brave big boy. Deal?" He excitedly nodded his head, holding out his pinky. I linked mine into his.

"Oink oink." He started. "You pinky piggy promised Aunt Cam."

"I pinky piggy promise." I wiggled my pinky finger and smiled at him.

"Mommy, I need a hug." Cecile stopped her pacing and sat on Wyatt's bedside.

"Oh and a bear hug from Lizzie isn't enough?" Liz crept into the room with a cart full of supplies.

"Dr. Lizzie is back!" He exclaimed as Liz came in for a hug. "Too tight! Too tight!" He giggled.

"That's why they're called bear hugs." She pulled away, looking at Cecile. "Has he eaten over the past eight hours?"

"He had pancakes, and I know he had a snack at his friend's house."

"Okay, let me explain what's going to happen." I picked up the needle. "I'm gonna put this IV in him and from now we'll monitor Wyatt. We'll see if his symptoms go down or if they worsen. Worst case scenario, he spends the day here." I shrugged.

Two watches started beeping as Liz and I looked at each other.

"Well it's our lunch time." I sighed.

"Time flies when you run around a hospital for a living."

I leant in, whispering, "Do you think we'll have time for lunch?"

Liz cocked an eyebrow. "Hell yes because they don't pay me to work during my lunch break." She whispered back.

"But Liz, I'm basically his aunt, I can't leave him because of my rumbling stomach." I insisted.

"Yes you can." Cecile stood up. "Go get lunch." I raised my finger up in a failed attempt to protest. "And no you don't have a choice." She cut me off, marching to where I stood. "You are going to go get food, and then get me some food, and come back with a clear head." She shoved me out of the door.

"Love you." She called out slamming the door shut. Liz looked at me excitedly.

"Fine, where are we going?"

After what felt like hours, we finally arrived at this clean eating place that Liz has been trying to get me to go to for months. Claims that it's super healthy and that they have the best green juices on the planet.

"Liz, what's wrong with where we usually go for lunch?"

She looked at me and sighed. "Cammie, live a little! That place isn't interesting, and besides, this place is new."

I could tell that it was new from the caution tape that was in front of an unfinished sidewalk. I hope their green juices don't come with a side of concrete.

We picked a table in the back, a comfy nook surrounded by bookshelves. I'll admit, the outside was rough, but the inside was an untold beauty.

I leaned into the comfortable booth, looking to Liz. "Just order for me." I said. "I'm not really in the mood to eat right now."

"Still worried about Wyatt?" She leant over the table, realizing my answer. "Cammie its a simple soy allergy, there are much more life-threatening positions for him to be in."

"I know. But it's still unsettling for me." I flipped to the page of kids meals. "You think vegan Mac and Cheese is something Wyatt would want?"

"Nah, get him the vegan grilled cheese and tomato soup, with a side of their strawberries and honey." She said smoothly.

I looked at her confused. "Have you studied the menu?"

She just shook her head and smiled, "3 months I've been trying to get you to come here. 3 months in which I was sampling everything on the menu."

I leant over the table, challenging her. "Okay, then what should I get for Cecile?"

She raised her eyebrows, almost as to say challenge accepted. "Get her the Zucchini pasta, with the veggie sauce instead of pesto, and a medium strawberry chiller because she won't finish the large." She smirked with satisfaction.

"Alright, Liz, you win." I sighed, laughing. "So what do you recommend for me?"

"You want my honest opinion?" She cocked an eyebrow as I nodded. "A salad. You put on a few extra pounds with all that Chinese takeout." She raised the menu in front of her. I looked down. Maybe I have had too much Chinese food?

"Are you actually serious?" She clutched her stomach laughing. "You know that I'm kidding, you could eat 50 burgers and not show, meanwhile someone else does it and looks pregnant." She pushed her short blonde locks over her shoulder. "Order the turkey avocado panini with a side of their sweet potatoes fries and their hangover cure juice for later."

So I did what she said. I ordered everything just like she recommended, and I'll admit, I was wrong not to have come sooner. This place was the perfect break from it all. Work. Family. Friends. Life. And I was honestly sad when I had to leave our tiny nook.

Liz tugged my arm. "Come on, we have work." She put her leg on the edge of the booth to give her leverage.

"But Liz," I rested a hand on my stomach, "My food baby!" I whined.

"If you get up we'll stop by the gas station and I'll buy your favorite snack on me."

I leapt up and was halfway through the door when I shouted back, "Are you driving or what?"

I watched the lines tug at Cecile's mouth when she saw us walk in with bags.

"Thank you." She sighed.

"Well, you're my favorite patients' mom, it's only fair I buy you food."

"Are you staying Aunt Cam?" Wyatt asked.

I pushed his hair aside. "Auntie has to work, okay?"

"Will you come back?"

"Of course, I could never leave my piggy here." I squeezed his hand. "I'll be right back in a few hours, promise me you'll feel better by then."

He shook his head quickly. "I will Aunt Cam."

"Okay Cecile. I have a couple of rounds around the hospital, but my shift ends in like 5 hours top. If you wait I can drive you home."

"Yeah, I've got no where better to be anyways, someone is covering my shift." She shrugged. "Okay, so have Sheri page me if anything." I said and walked out the door. I looked onto my watch realizing the multiple appointments that I would be having, and I realized I would be needing that hangover cure drink way earlier than I thought.

Just a couple more words, I thought to myself, my hands flying all over the keyboard. Once I'm done I can leave. I never really realized how much I hate having to type after-visit summaries. They take time and paperwork isn't something they teach you in college.

Drained was an understatement compared to what I felt right now. Luckily today was one of more of my easier days. Liz still has 2 hours left in her shift.

I shut down my computer grabbing my light jacket and turning the lights off. I couldn't wait to get into a bed. As I ran back to the colorful hall I was in less then I few hours ago, I barely opened the door before a tiny figure pounced at me.

"Aunt Cam I've been waiting forever!" Wyatt exclaimed.

"So have I, kid." I giggled.

"So what are we waiting for?" Cecile joined in. "Get me out of here!" She pulled me to my feet and dragged me out of the hospital. I had been waiting to clock out for hours, and it was finally time to go home.