She couldn't hail a taxi on a regular day, but this was just ridiculous. It was five in the evening and pouring rain, her umbrella almost bearing down on her head as she was pushed to the edge of the curb because od the mass amount of people on the city street. "Taxi!"

The brunette rolled her eyes as another cab sped by her.

Emily hadn't had the best day; in fact it had been the worst day she'd had in years. The brunette woman had been late to work because of a pile up on fifth avenue, and her dog had chewed up the heels she had chosen to wear. Once at her office, she had received a menacing call from her mother to tell her she needed to force her brother into coming to their monthly dinner; the ambassador refused to talk to her son herself until he apologized for his outburst at their last function.

And just when she thought she could get some peace and do the work that was piled on her desk, the ambassador's daughter was called into her boss' office and reprimanded for getting "the best lawyer Goodman and Willson had ever had" fired because she had reported him for sexual harassment.

Everything was pretty much going to shit.

Taking in a breath, Emily stepped off the sidewalk, her hand raised in the air so she could draw the attention of a taxi driver. "Taxi!"

An older man glanced in the direction of the brunette as he waited for the light to change, and he watched as her heel slipped off the curb drowning in water. "Miss!"

Emily's eyes bugged as she felt herself falling backward, her heart jumping into her throat and umbrella falling from her hand as her high heel snapped and her skin brushed the curb.

Looking up, the brown eyed woman met the stare of the man who had caught her, the worry on his face striking a chord in her heart.

"Are you alright?"

Emily let him help her stand, her hair starting to soak as she picked up her umbrella that had slipped from her hand. "Yes," she breathed, her heart pounding so hard that it hurt against her breastbone.

He noticed the tears in her eyes. "Bad day?"

"Worse than you could imagine."

The dark eyed man stepped closer, their voices loud so they could hear one another over the rain. "I bet I'll top yours."

Emily looked up to him, their umbrellas touching.

"I buried my ex-wife today," he sighed, his gaze catching his breath in the air. "Her grave was flooded, everyone wanted to leave early because of the cold and my son decided to go home with his cousins instead of with me."

The ambassador's daughter's eyes softened on the older man, and she gently nodded her head. "Ok, you win."

He smiled, offering her his hand. "Aaron."

"Emily." She dropped his hand, feeling herself start to perspire, despite the wind, as he smiled to her. "Thank you, by the way. Did I say that already?"

"No," he chuckled.

The lawyer gave him a nervous smile. "Well thank you." She nodded her head to him before turning around, limping out on her broken heel not an inch before a cab came speeding at her.

He watched as she was hit and fell to the wet floor, and his heart stopped. "Emily!" Running off the sidewalk and into the road, throwing his umbrella behind him for the second time to help her. "Emily, can you hear me?"

His hands cupped the unconscious woman's face, his skin quickly covered in her blood. "Help!" Aaron looked up to see a group of people crowding them, strangers running from the sidewalk and jumping out of their cars to see what happened. "We need an ambulance!"

An older man knelt down beside the pair and put a hand to Aaron's shoulder. "I'm a doctor, son. What happened?"

"She was hit," he breathed, turning around and banging his hands on the cab that had run her down. "She was hit by this fucking moron!"

The doctor looked up to see the cab driver sprinting away. "We called an ambulance."

Aaron gulped, watching as the white haired man tried to check the bloodied woman for a pulse. "Is she dead?"

"No son," the doctor chuckled happily, taking his handkerchief and applying pressure to the gash in Emily's head. "Your wife is a strong one. I feel her pulse strong in her neck." Reaching behind him to the man in shock, the white haired man nodded. "You keep pressure on her head wound, alright? I'm going to lift her by her neck and see if it's fractured."

The single father immediately set his hand to the handkerchief. "You'll be ok," he whispered as he leaned down, finding her pule for himself with his free hand.

He breathed.

Hearing the sirens and the honks of the ambulance's horn, Aaron looked up to the doctor. "Is she ok?"

"Her neck seems just fine," he nodded. "I'm sure she'll be just fine, son."

Aaron watched the paramedics run to them from the ambulance on the end of the street, the vehicle not able to move through the traffic fast enough. "Over here!"

"Sir what's going on?"

He noticed they were struggling with the stretcher, and taking all of her weight on his arms, Aaron lifted the lawyer into his arms and cradled her delicate body against his chest. "She was hit by a car."

The first EMT opened up the stretcher and let the brunette man set her down. "Neck brace!"

Aaron stood back and watched as they got her situated, and he turned to thank the older man who had stopped to help them.

But he was gone.

"Hurts."

Aaron's head spun around, his eyes wide when he saw the beautiful woman with her hair caked in blood reaching up to the brace around her neck. "Emily," he breathed, quickly grabbing onto her hand to stop her from interfering with what the paramedics were trying to do. "Thank God, you're ok."

The brunette tried her best to open her mouth, but her jaw was in pain.

"Sir, we're taking your wife. Would you like to come in the back of the ambulance?"

Aaron didn't even think before nodding in agreement. "Emily?" He smiled to her when she let her confused eyes travel over to him, his hand holding tight onto hers as they climbed into the back of the roaring vehicle. "I think you win," he joked, his chest aching when her eyes closed and they strapped an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose.

Shittiest day ever.