Nothing felt better than winning. The cheer of the crowd and the referee holding my fist up to the sky. I had completely dominated. The adrenaline pumped unrestrained through my veins. Both of the five minute rounds were cut too short due to my complete victory. Westley really had picked out an easy fight for me.

"You feeling good?" Even Westley was smiling as he unwrapped my hands.

"I feel awesome!" I wiped the sweat from my brow. I was hardly even sore.

"You did a good job, Jules. Keep it up like that, and you'll get back on track in no time," he said.

"Guess that means you should enter me into another fight soon." I stood up. I just couldn't sit still.

"Will do. Make sure you cool down," he reminded me.

I opened the door to exit that little room and was met by the flash of press. I tried to shield my eyes from the bright lights directed at my face.

"Hey! Put on your jacket! You're going to catch a cold dressed like that."

I blindly caught the jacket Westley threw behind me. I slipped it on and moved my ponytail so it rested on top. I smiled pretty for the cameras. I left it unzipped, so my belly was still exposed.

"Jules, Jules! How are you feeling?" the reporters asked.

"Pretty awesome right now." I had to show the public I was still in tip top shape.

"That was a pretty nasty spill in your last fight against Anya. Care to comment?"

It was hard to keep that smile. "Th-That was just a fluke. Nothing like that is ever gonna happen again, I can tell you that." It was hard to deny what happened when the events were leaked everywhere on the Internet.

"What will you do differently if you have to face her again?"

"I'll do what I always do. I'll win," I asserted. Something caught my eye in the distance. Something that was always there at a fight, but I would usually just gloss over. It made my heart feel like it was in my throat.

"But what about..."

"Sorry, but there's something that I need to check up on," I interrupted their questioning. I created an opening for myself and briskly walked towards the ambulances. The walk turned into a jog and then a run.

There were three ambulances up on that hill. There was no emergency, so the paramedics were on alert in case one of the fighters had an emergency.

"Excuse me, miss. Can I assist you?" A paramedic stopped me before I could get too close.

"Yeah, hi. Is there a Williams working here tonight?" I asked.

The paramedic frowned as he thought. "Williams...Williams... I don't think Dr. Williams was scheduled to ride along tonight."

I couldn't help but feel disappointed. I strained my neck to see if I could see him anyway.

"Let me just radio back to the hospital to see if he'll be coming up later," he said.

"Okay, thanks," I responded.

The paramedic headed back towards an ambulance. I inched closer. Most of the medical personnel seemed to be listening to the fight on a little radio.

"Hey! You're that Jules fighter chick, right?" One of them said. The whole group turned my way.

"Yeah, that's me," I said proudly.

"You won me a lot of money tonight!" he bragged. A bunch of other men groaned.

On the one hand, I was glad somebody had bet on me. On the other, I wasn't too happy that so many had voted against.

"Well, that's something in common. I won me a lot of money, too," I said.

They laughed at my little remark and went back to listening to the fight. I backed away, aiming to wander around a bit more until the original paramedic came back.

There was a muffled shout of "Clear!" It was so sudden, I whipped my head around to see where it had come from. Before I knew it, a bright red door of an ambulance popped open and flew right in my face.

The impact set me back a few steps. It wasn't as hard as some of the punches these girls pulled, but man, that metal door was cutting.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry." A man jumped out the back of the ambulance. He grabbed a first aid box and swiftly closed the door again.

He had a dark blue baseball cap on. I was about to snap at him when I noticed his familiar face. His name tag read "Jones," but his eyes read Dr. McDreamy.

Jones? Was that right? Last time I thought it was Williams...

"How's your head?" he asked, opening the box.

"Fine. Much better thanks," is what I thought I said. My tongue was tied and were lips were swelling.

"Looks like I busted your lip. I'm so sorry about that." He raised a cloth to my face and padded gently against my lips and chin. He searched my face for something, and I'm pretty confident it wasn't my blush.

"You look familiar..." he said.

I nodded. "You helped me last time when I got knocked out." Good lord, I sounded ridiculous.

"You don't have to talk." He laughed nervously. He took out some special bandages from the kit to keep my lip together without it having bleed all over the place. His thumbs grazed against my skin. "Jules, right? It's nice to see that you've recovered quickly despite the fact I just tried to reverse some of your progress."

He remembered my name! If only I could figure out what his was.

"Your name tag changed," I slurred out. Smooth.

He cleared his throat and looked over his shoulder before he spoke again. "It...um...does that sometimes, but let's keep that a secret between you and me," he said barely louder than a whisper. He threw me a subtle wink, and my heart nearly imploded.

I gulped. "Okay, but in exchange, will you...?"

"Hey, we've got an emergency!" one of the medics who was listening to the radio said. "One of the girls snapped her leg with bone protrusion!"

"I've got to go," the gorgeous man said quickly. "It was nice to see you again, but you should probably get out of the way. Things will get pretty crazy over here."

No! I wanted him to stay, but he didn't look half bad running down that hill.

"Williams has off tonight."

I turned around to see the first paramedic. He had a door open on the driver's side of the ambulance. He rushed to buckle his seat belt.

"And if you could please stand off to the side, miss..."

He was cut off by this agonizing scream. A girl was squirming against her restraints as she cried. A blanket was thrown over her lower half, but I could tell there were more angles than there should have been. My hot doctor was talking to her calmly, trying to reassure her that she would be okay. I got out of their way as they loaded her into an ambulance.

I looked back to. The entrance of the fighting rink. There was a figure standing in the doorway. I squinted my eyes to try to make out who it was.

Anya was there. She didn't even look the least bit upset about breaking some poor girl's leg. Injuries came with the job description but still...

It looked like she recognized me. She waved at me and spat her mouthguard into her hand.

I shuddered. Maybe it was a little too chilly tonight. I zipped up my jacket. Once Anya turned around to head back to the rink, I headed down the hill. Anya had cut my little rendezvous with Dr. What's-his-name too short.

Westley was waiting for me back at the building. He frowned when he saw me. "Did you get in a fight?" he scolded.

"No," I sighed.

"You can't just go off having fights, Jules. You're in worse shape than when you left. The reason I'm here is to make sure you don't push yourself and..."

"Jeez, I got in a fight against a door! I'm already patched up, see? All better."

He shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Smother me..." I muttered under my breath. I gathered up the rest of my things. "Come on, let's just go home."