It's got to be the worst day of my life. Not only did I get called into work on my day off, I kicked my boyfriend out last night. Cheat on my once, shame on you; cheat on my twice, feel lucky you're not dead. Work wouldn't be so bad, but I'd just gotten off of working 24 hours straight. The hospital's nursing staff had been running with minimal nurses, everyone seems to be coming down with the flu or something. Luckily for me, I don't tend to get sick very easily. Unluckily for me, it usually means I get to work a ton of extra hours when everyone else does. Oh well…

I only got the call about five minutes ago to go in to work. I've still got to shower, find some clean scrubs, and hopefully find something to eat for breakfast. I look over at the clock on my nightstand. Only 3:17 AM. Damn, it's gonna be a long day. I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I look over my shoulder at the empty side where Rob should have been. I have a single thought going through my head, "Fucking bastard." You'd think I would have been a bit more upset at the situation. Yeah, he cheated on my again, with my best friend, again, but really, the only thing I can feel is relief that I kicked him out rather than leave myself. I didn't do anything wrong, he did. I'd left bad relationships before, lost everything in the process, but not this time.

I finally manage to convince myself to stand up and get moving. I head into my bathroom, turn on the shower, nice and hot. I strip off my nightshirt and throw it in the corner of the bathroom with all my other dirty clothes. Staring at myself in the mirror, I can't help but inspect my body. Was I that ugly, cold, and selfish that men just couldn't wait to get away? I turn and step into the shower, the shock of the hot water making me inhale deeply, my skin instantly turning red. I reach for the knob, and adjust it just a bit, making the temperature a bit more tolerable. Turning my back to the spray, I begin to wash my hair and my body. After quickly shaving my legs, no cuts!, I shut the water off and step out of the shower. No time for pleasantries, Robin said she needed me quickly, some sort of emergency. I avoid looking in the mirror again, luckily the steam has it all fogged up. I brush my teeth, deciding to air dry. Hell, I'm just too lazy to look for a towel at the moment.

I turn away from the mirror, picking up my comb, and attempt at combing out the knots. Not an easy task, but quickly managed. Throwing the comb back on the counter, I walk out of the bathroom, wet foot prints trailing behind me. I walk over to my dresser and pull out some panties, a bra, and some socks. I put these on, and walk over to my closet and rip the closest pair of scrubs off their hanger.

-Police sirens outside.

I turn towards the bedroom window and see the police lights flashing by quickly. I step into my pants and pull my shirt over my head, adjusting it to sit better as I pad over to the window. Pulling aside the curtains, I see a lot of my neighbors out in their yards, talking to each other over fences and across the street. I can't make out their words, just the sounds. For my neighbors to have actually stepped out of their houses and talk to each other, something big must have happened. These people are the sort to protect themselves by sitting their asses on their couches and turning up their television's volume settings. I don't really have time to think about this now, so I turn away from the window, grab my bag and keys, and head out the door. Oh wait, I run back inside and grab my phone off the charger and an apple. I make quick work of the apple, throwing the core in the trash on my way out to the car.

My car is parked in the driveway next to the house. It definitely isn't the best car, but it will get me where I need to go. It's about eleven years old, but with all of my road trips to the coast, mileage is gonna do it in. A big, green Grand Marquis, I call her The Green Monster. Before I can open my door, though, I look up and see some of the neighbors staring at me.

"Where're you going?" #1024 asked. I never took the time to know their names.

"I got called in to work." I reply with my normal attitude. I mean damn, I have on scrubs, I must be going to the movies, right?

She looked at me like I was completely insane, but didn't say anything else. I lifted an eyebrow, cocked my head to the side, opened the car door, and climbed inside. I inserted the key into the ignition and turned my baby on. Looking back to check the driveway, I put The Green Monster in reverse and took off. I had to slam on my brakes as a police car came tearing down the street. My heart in my throat, I had to take a moment and collect myself. What the hell is going on? I guess sometimes it pays to listen to the news or radio, but….it's always so depressing. I check both directions in the street, and continue backing out of my driveway. Then I put the car in drive and head towards the hospital.

I only live about three miles from the hospital, and it normally only takes me about five minutes to get there, with getting stopped at the one red light between there and home. Tonight, however, was already heading in the wrong direction. Every time I came to an intersection, there was a cop car roaring around the corner or an ambulance heading somewhere fast. After twenty minutes, I finally pulled into the employee parking lot, into a free space, of which there were more than usual, and shut the car off.

Deep breath, and into the chaos….