A/N: There has been an amendment to the very ending of the last chapter. I just decided the original ending didn't sit very well. Also sorry (to anyone out there who is actually still reading) but chapters are probably going to be significantly shorter (below is example A) from now on. In writing shorter chapters I'm hoping I can update for frequently. Also the chapters are going to be more flashes of moments between Keeton and Lily as opposed to a continuous story.

Anyway, if you got through all that. Hope you enjoy. x

KEETON

Once again the first thing I heard as I walked into the clinic was angry shouting from the front steps. A woman's stricken voice was wailing in Spanish,

"Por favor! Salvarlo! Salvarlo!"

Please. Save him. Save him.

After all these years that tone was familiar enough to me. I rolled up my sleeves and grabbed a pair of gloves from the ward as I strode into the commotion.

"What have you got Cole?"

He called the vitals to me over his shoulder as I followed the gurney into the OR. I pushed through the doors behind them and quickly prepped alongside Fuller. Just as I was done, and heading over to the patient where Cole was already prepping for the open, Brenner emerged through the doors, already gloved and masked.

"Where do you need me?" she asked Cole, acutely ignoring me.

"Here, hold this bleeder."

I glanced at the young man's face as I walked up to the body. He was a local. Couldn't have been more than twenty.

"Gunshot went straight into his left lung," Cole told me as we began work. "Another one in the lower abdomen."

"A gunshot?" I heard faintly over the clatter of surgery. I glanced up to see Brenner staring at the man's face, one hand still in his wound, but otherwise perfectly still.

"Fuller take over," I nodded Tommy in her direction and caught Cole's eye as I turned back to the wound in front of me.

I saw Fuller move out of the corner of my eye.

"No. No it's fine. Fine. I've got it," Brenner said, jumping back into action and blocking him. He leaned in close.

"Are you sure? It's okay," I heard him mutter in a low voice.

"It's fine," she replied stiffly. Resolutely she busied herself with the patients injury, firmly avoiding my gaze.