It's Complicated.
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Hello Zoe here. I came up with this idea out of the blue one day, and already have at least 5-6 chapters in my head which I will hopefully write soon!
Hope you will like it!
Warrior of the Flames
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As I walked out of my shared apartment, Emily called out behind me.
"You forgot your keys again!" she called out from the window, as she dropped my keys.
"Dude!! Stop chucking them on my head!!" I said shaking my fist going momentarily small, fuming. "Maybe if you didn't always forget them I wouldn't chuck the keys on your head, oe-chan." Emily taunted as she shut the window with a resounding "cu-chunk".
I gave a heavy sigh and picked up my keys from the sidewalk and rubbed my head. "GAK! I can't stand around day dreaming!! My boss is gonna fire me!!" I said running over to my jeep.
As soon as I got enough money I'm gonna buy that mustang I've always wanted, I thought with a wistful sigh. I gave a sad smile at the old promise of a mustang from the one I loved. He was gone with the wind, happy hopefully. I'm here trying to do the same for his sake.
Some of you might be thinking "That jerk!! He deserted you!!" But, actually, he was killed in a car accident. I was in the car and suffered a minor concussion and a scar on my right leg. That scar almost killed me to, but he donated what blood he had left to save me.
It's still hurts, 4 years later. Doctors say it's "stress" related. I say there heads are filled with little illusions of pixies making tea and cookies. Then they say I should see a physiatrist. I love making them crazy. It gives me a certain happiness. It's weird. I know.
But compared to me they are so minor in the system. System of doctors that is. I am a doctor. I went back to school after that accident and decided I wouldn't let anyone else I cared about die like that.
Die from any accident for that matter. I changed my profession from music and computers to a doctor. I went to med school, using the money he gave me for that mustang.
I figured he wouldn't mind me changing the reason to use that money. So, here I am, working in a hospital with crazy hours. They need me.
Half the doctors here don't know the kidney from the lungs. It does not cease to amaze me how stupid they are. So I'm driving along, listening to the radio, when I see and accident ahead.
I better hurry up, I think to myself, There isn't going to be a lack of patients today. So I merged into the fast lane and weaved my way through the traffic to my exit.
I pulled into my parking spot and jumped out of my car pulling of my flip flops and chucking them into the back seat. I punched the lock button on my keys and the car made the "beep" locking noise.
"Zoe! Your late!" Kristy, the assistant, called behind me as I flew past.
"I know Kristy! Where am I needed?"
"Ward 3, operating room 12, then Ward 3 operating room 4, stat!!"
I screeched my thanks and ran to my office, threw on my uniform, and was out the door making my way to Ward 3. Ward 3 was the intensive care ward. When your in this ward, you have a limited time to live. Before surgery that is.
These patient had less time than normal. They didn't need an operation,
They needed their identity.
Stat.