Chapter 3:

"6 year old, June Dawson. Blunt force trauma to the chest. Multiple fractures on her arms, ribs and legs. She catapulted out of the car, through the windshield. Complaining of severe headaches and backaches."

"Trauma Room 1. Page Torres, Shepherd, Altman and book me an OR"

April looked at the girl lying on the gurney. How could this have happened to someone so young and fragile? April searched for the medic who brought her in.

"What happened to June?"

"Drunk Driver, her dad. She was sitting at the front passenger seat without a seatbelt. Dad was driving and he stepped on the brakes when this child came out of nowhere. Dad just had a scratch on his forehead. As for June, well, you know what happened."

"Where's her Dad?"

"Dad's being brought in for questioning by the Police. Heard her mum died young so it's just the two of them. If you don't mind, I have to go now."

How could a kid suffer like this? An innocent kid, who has to bear the consequences of her Dad's atrocious behaviour. Kids are suppose to be happy and carefree. Thinking of the pain that poor June must be having brought tears to April's eyes.

"Beep.. Beep.. Beep.." It was the OR paging.

April rushed to the OR and scrubbed in.

"Dr Kepner, I was wondering where you were. You are on my service today you know?"

"I'm Sorry Dr Stark. I was asking about the whereabouts of my patient's family."

"Let the nurse do that. Dr Kepner, I do not need to remind you that you are Chief Resident now. Do what you are suppose to do."

"Yes and Sorry Dr Stark." April looked at the guy with fear in her eyes. Sure he can be intimidating sometimes.

4 hours into the surgery

"Alright now. Dr Kepner, would you like to close her up? "

"Sure I love to."

While closing June up, April couldn't help but pray for the smooth recovery for this poor little girl. She always had a soft spot for kids, probably the reason why she's so into paediatrics. Like what Arizona Robbins said, they are the makers of the tiny humans.

"Alright now Dr Kepner. I need you to cover these post-ops for me. And since you're on call tonight, I want you to monitor June closely. If there's anything, page me. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright then. I'm off. Have a dinner I have to get to tonight."

"Dinner sir?"

"Yeah. This mundane dinner thing that I have with my mother."

"Oh. That sounds nice. It's lovely to have dinner with mothers. I would love to have it with mine but they live Ohio. I only get to meet them few times a year."

"Personally, I love my mum. But there's this woman she's trying to set me up with. You know, I'm a guy of a certain age. My mum's worried that I'm be alone when she's gone and all that crap. So she's trying to find me a wife. Here I thought matchmaking was thing in the 80s. Clearly, my mum hasn't evolved past that."

"I see. Have a lovely dinner with your mum then Dr Stark."

"Goodnight then Dr Kepner, See you tomorrow."

As Dr Stark stepped through that lift, April felt a tingling
feeling on her heart. Could it be cause of Stark? It couldn't be. She treated him just like a friend. No time to be bothered about this. There's a dozen of post-ops to be done.

"911 for June Dawson!"

April ran like a bullet all the way to June's room. The girl was having breathing difficulties.

"She's clamping up. I can't intubate her."

"You need to perform a crike on her."

"But I've never done one before."

"Do nothing and she dies. Pace yourself Dr Kepner."

April tried to remember the last time she saw a crike. The most important thing that she must remember is to not hit the carotid.

"You can do it Dr Kepner. Pace yourself and do it. June's life is in your hands now."

April placed the scalpel and gently made the cut. She suctioned the blood away and placed the tube it.

"I got it. Equal breath sounds."

"Good Job Dr Kepner." April turned and saw Dr Stark.

"Thanks Dr Stark. It was a last minute decision. I wanted to page you after this."

"It seems like you have handled the situation very well. I would have done the same too. Wanna grab a cup of coffee?"

"Sure!"

Sipping the cup of hot coffee warmed her heart immediately. April turned and looked at Dr Stark. He was holding his coffee and staring into space.

"How was your dinner Dr Stark?"

"Robert."

"I'm sorry?"

"Call me Robert when we're not handling work stuff. It feels weird to call me Doctor even when we're talking personal things."

April smiled. "Robert. It feels nice to call you by that."

Robert looked at April as she smiled. She has a nice smile and somehow her smile would cause a reaction for him. He felt comfortable whenever she was around.

"So Robert, how did the matchmaking session go? I bet your mother chose the perfect lady for you, did she?"

"If your definition of perfect lady is this, then I assure you that you are very wrong. This date that I had, Margo, was the totally opposite. First, she chose the food that I had for dinner. I wanted Lobster but she chose steak, said it's manlier for a guy to eat red meat. Next, she started to talk about her job. FYI, she's an accountant. She talked about how her accounts didn't tally and she had to take care of it. I spent an hour listening to the woman talking about accounts. Believe me, I've never hated accounting so much in my entire life."

"The woman is unbelievable! But surely she got to have something that you like?"

"Sure! The only thing that I liked about her is that she's a family person. I'm a family man and would like my wife to bear me children. But do you know how many children she wants? 7! She's so into The Sound of Music and thought 7 children was a great idea. I'm surprised she didn't bring up the topic about a governess!"

"That sure was funny though. Did your mother like her?"

"My mother is a traditional type of person. She believes that every man should have his own family but only with the woman that he loves. Therefore, I believe that was the last we saw of Margo."

"Your mother sounds like mine! Tell me Robert, what type of woman do you prefer?"

"Well, April, don't you think you should know the answer by now?"

"Robert! What do you mean?" April looked at him, startled.

"I mean, I tried to hit on you before. You figure it out. It's late. I should get going. Goodnight April."

Still trying to recover from her shock, April watched as Robert threw his coffee cup into the bin and left. Inside she thought about this question. Was he still into her?