Every day after work, early in the morning, she would come home to her apartment, that was not in the best of shapes. Victoria kind of liked the feel of the old building with the musk of a smell, the slight creeks of the boards, the peeled paint on the wall, the shuffling and mumblings of the other tenants. She had only been there for 3 months and it felt like it was enough. Staying on the 6th level out a 10 story building, most of her neighbors usually kept to themselves and so did she. Never really acknowledging her neighbors because she never needed to or wanted to.

In the early morning hours, she went home with a lingering migraine. No amount of pills would ease her mind unless she slept and she had no plans of sleeping in the ER where she worked. Entering her building, there was an out of order sign on the elevator. Cursing under her breath, she made her long and annoying trek all the way up to her floor. It felt even longer with the right side of her brain, feeling like she was ready to explode. Step by step, she pushed on. Rubbing her temples and closing her eyes because the light had annoyed her eyes. Turning the corner to the 5th floor, when she accidentally tripped on something causing her to fall down. There was a man, laying on the stairs, faced down and unconscious with vomit on the floor. Turning the man over, she saw that he was not breathing, his skin was purple.

"Shit."

Quickly she took out her phone and called 999, placing it on speaker, while taking her coat off. Laying the man on the ground, she open his shirt and started administering CPR. The phone was ringing.

"Emergency, do you nee fire or medical?" the dispatcher asked.

"Medical." she said.

"Can you tell me what's happening?"

"My name is Doctor Latimer, I work at the Saint Barts Hospital, I have a male unconscious, looks to be in his early 30's. He may have gone through withdrawals of drugs. I am administering CPR. May have choked on his vomit."

The popping and crunching sound was still not something she was used to hearing, especially when doing CPR and the chest gets broken. Victoria was used to not being optimistic or pessimistic, when it comes to a patients life. All she knew was to do her job and do it right, even she had a feeling that he wasn't going to make it but, she was going to try anyway. As she continued to do compressions, it felt long and strenuous especially with her migraine. But she should know this routine, she's been doing it for years. Then a small wheezing sound escaped from his throat, then a cough, or at least an attempt of a cough. He was choking on his vomit. Turning him to the side and his head, to prevent him from choking, he released the vomit. Coughing it out and inhaling hard, all the while Victoria continued on the phone explaining what had happened. The man, turned his gaze towards the voice and saw her, "Stay with me!" she told him. The look he gave her was almost pleading and sad. "I got you." she told him as she moved the hair away from his face, eventually he blacked out again.

Victoria noticed that it was her neighbor from next door. She'd only seen him a hand full of times and even then, he never said a word to her and neither did she.

Victoria did not go home, she barely even made the 6th floor. Going into the ambulance, she found herself watching his vitals, since he was stable but still in a dangerous state. The migraine had somehow disappeared.

The stranger, had been sent to the hospital. His chest had been broken due to the CPR, he had been under heavy sedation and saline due to the withdrawals. The sweating, shakes and violent fever. Barely coherent as she tried to speak to him but there were no words. That was the first hour after he was administered. The second hour he woke up and started yelling. Victoria could see that he was having hallucinations but she could not see or understand what he was yelling about. Regardless, she continued with her work, as she started to strap him down to prevent the stranger from hurting himself and possibly herself. The nurses did their best to hold him down but he was stronger. He broke free from the nurses grip and tried to grab her neck. Victoria reacted quickly by shoving the nurse who was in front of her to the side. Grabbing his arms and placed the top of her body as weight on him to prevent him from moving, "Sedative, now!" she yelled. The stranger looked her dead in the eyes, "You should've left me to die!" he growled at her. "Then you should've died somewhere where no one would find you!" she yelled back. As the nurse grabbed the needle, one of his arms came loose, slapping the needle from the nurses hand. Victoria saw that she was going to be the next to get hurt, but before he could react, he started to seize.

Great.

I guess this was the reason she wanted to be a Doctor, to attempt a fight on a hospital bed with a patient. How exciting.

The next few hours were a little more quiet but he was now rejecting the drugs. Multiple drugs. This man should've been dead hours ago but his body kept rejecting it and fighting it.

On the third day, she had visited him while he was laying in his bed. She tried to keep up with his progress throughout the days but she was unable to since she was busy in the ER and had to make time for rest. She had down time so she went to see him. He was still sweating, his muscles would jerk unintentionally, he was still very pale and sickly. Standing in front of his bed, she took the clipboard and started reading the paperwork. The room was dark and quiet. As she mumbled the numbers to herself, she heard a groan. Looking up from the clipboard to the stranger. He was opening his eyes and saw her. Blinking hard he started to move his eyes to observe the room.

"Don't strain yourself, Mr. Ford Prefect." she told him in a calm tone but stern tone. "You are at Saint Bart's Hospital. It's Thrusday, March 13th, 2014 and time is 1638hrs or if it would be easier for you to understand, 4:38 p.m." she sighed, "You've been going through withdrawals from percocet, oxycodone, cocaine these past three days."

Slowly he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"Mr. Prefect, I have not contacted your family because your phone is gone. I spoke to the landlord of our apartment, I was able to get your name but nothing else since you didn't put any family emergency to contact."

Taking a deep inhale, his voice croaked, "No family."

Nodding her head, "I understand. However, you need to get you through this. Do you have any friends that can come and visit you or see you, at least to check on your well being?" she asked.

"No." his voice croaked as his eyes started shifting up and down, trying to observe her.

Again, she nodded as she placed her hands in her pocket of her doctors coat. It was easy to see that he was still young and absolutely reckless. Handsome and yet ruined. What a shame.

"You're welcome." she said to him in a cold tone.

His eyebrow cocked up.

"For saving your ass." she told him as the machine beeped, the saline was running low. Approaching the machine, she grabbed another and changed it while his eyes followed her.

"Next time you need to withdraw from drugs, seek professional help and not do it on your own." she said in a cold and hard tone all the while avoiding his gaze.

"I didn't ask-" he was about retort but she bit back. "And I didn't ask to see your lifeless body on the stairs and I was not going to ignore it!"

Victoria left the room but before she closed the door, she was sure she heard a small laugh coming from the room.