The next day came and it was like I was on repeat. I woke up, I got breakfast, I went to work. Once again, I was going through the motions.

"What's going on?" I asked, rushing down to ER, answering my page.

"A man took a fall. It was about twenty feet," Dr. Stevens informed.

"How is this guy still alive?" I asked, in shock.

"Beats me but we're here to keep him that way. Not only did he take a fall but we've got a GSW to the shoulder," Dr. Stevens said as he, other paramedics, and I rushed him down to the OR.

"It's amazing this guy is still alive," I said.

"It's amazing this guy is still recognizable," Dr. Stevens said. I looked at the patient's face. It was a bit swollen and bloody but it was definitely recognizable. My heart practically stopped when I saw who it was. It was the guy from the other day in the ER who hit on me. Dean…

"Alright, Montgomery, you're scrubbing in," Dr. Stevens said. I was too in shock of what was happening at the moment to even respond. "Are you up for it?" he asked.

"Uh, yes sir! Of course," I replied, snapping out of my thought.

"Good, we can use all the hands we can get," Dr. Stevens said.

I nodded, and went down to the OR to help scrub up. My heart rate was beating. What the hell did this guy do? First he had gotten a knife wound and now fell off a building and was shot? He wasn't a policeman because his insurance was weird and didn't have any of the benefits that a policeman would have.

"Alright, we've got a limited amount of time and we need to save this guy. We've got to get to the bullet and make sure it hasn't caused any more damage than it already has. It went through his shoulder and looks like it's very close to the heart. Dr. Coats, you'll be working ortho. It's a good day to save lives, people," Dr. Stevens ordered.

And then it was as if we were a bunch of bees at the hive. We were all working and doing what needed to be done. The weird thing was, I felt some weird kind of affinity to Dean. I almost felt like it was my responsibility to save him, not just as a doctor.

I knew guys like him. They flirted with you until they tricked you into thinking that you really fell for them and the minute you did, they they'd back away and break your heart. I knew these guys. I was familiar with these guys? I had made that mistake before so why was I falling for it all over again? Not that I was, but like I said, I almost liked his flirtation yesterday in the ER.

Surgery took a lot longer than expected but hey, I guess that's what happens when a guy falls off of a twenty foot building and gets shot. I was amazed that he was still alive and that the surgery was successful.

"Dr. Montgomery, you don't mind going to talk to the family and letting them know the surgery went well?" Dr. Stevens asked.

"No, sir. He has family?" I asked.

"Yes, he has a brother waiting in the ER and he seems very anxious," Dr. Stevens informed.

I nodded, "Of course."

I removed my gloves and the aids removed the surgery gown. I walked out the waiting room only to be greeted by a very tall, brunette man. He was equally handsome as his brother and he looked extremely worried. He was pacing, even.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Montgomery," I said, going over towards the brother. "You must be Dean's brother."

"Yeah, I am. How is he? Is he alright?" the guy asked back.

"Yes, the surgery went successfully but we're going to have to keep him in the hospital for the next few weeks. Recovery is going to be crucial. He's going to need to physically heal and then go through physical therapy before leaving," I informed, trying to be as professional as I could.

"But he's okay, right?" Sam asked, worriedly.

"Yes," I reassured with a comforting smile.

"What did you say your name was again?" the guy asked.

"Dr. Montgomery, well… Jennie," I introduced.

"I'm Sam," he replied, shaking my hand. "Were you in there, operating on him?"

"Yes, I was," I said back.

"Thank you so much."

"You can see him now if you'd like. We've set him up in the ICU. He may look a little… rough," I said.

"I'd like to see him," Sam said.

"Right this way," I replied. I started walking towards the ICU, Sam right next to me. We walked in silence for a while but I couldn't help myself. I just had to ask. "If you don't mind me asking, how exactly did this happen? I mean, yesterday he came in with a knife wound and now a gunshot wound and falling off of a twenty foot building?"

"It was a hunting accident," Sam said, deliberately.

I guess I could take that as an answer but something was telling me that there was so much more to it. Sam was lying about what had happened.

"He's right in there," I said, opening the door the Dean's ICU room.

"Okay, thank you," Sam said back, before going in. I knew that he'd probably want to be alone with his brother so I left the room.

"Dr. Montgomery?" I heard a voice ask. I turned around only to find Dr. Stevens standing behind me.

"We did a good thing," I said, looking at the two brothers. Sam had pulled up a chair to his brother's bedside and was talking to him. It almost made me wish I had something like that.

"Yes, we did. May I have a word with you actually?" Dr. Stevens asked.

"Sure," I replied.

"Dr. Montgomery, you're a very promising young doctor. Honestly, you're the best I've seen out of all the interns," he started. I was? That definitely caught me off guard. "When you first applied here, I remember reading in your essay that eventually you wanted to do something like Doctors without Borders."

"Yeah, I'd love that," I said, eagerly. What was his point? It was killing me, the suspense!

"Good, because I hope you don't mind, but I've submitted your name to a program. After your internship, you'd start your residency elsewhere. There are a couple of places to go, but they determine it. It'd range from Uganda to South America, that kind of thing," Dr. Stevens said.

I tried to keep my jaw from dropping but I knew I needed to keep it professional or whatever, "I'm honored. Thank you so much."

"Just keep up the good work," Dr. Stevens said.

"I will," I replied.

Dr. Stevens and I went our separate ways. He probably went off to another surgery while I went home. I was exhausted from the day. It was kind of weird leaving home early in the morning and getting back later at night but I guess I didn't completely mind. Once I got home, everyone was already home. Katie liked to bake late at night. It was kind of her unwind button.

"You're home late," she said, as I came into the kitchen. She was now removing cookies off of the cookie pan and putting them on a plate. She took a bite out of one. I reached toward the plate and took a cookie, biting into it. Mmm, very well deserved after today.

"Yeah, I was in on a long surgery today," I said, yawning.

"Wait, were you in on the GSW/twenty feet fall case?" she asked, curiously.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Lucky bitch!" she exclaimed.

"It was the guy from yesterday, K," I replied.

"Who was?" she asked.

"The gunshot wound case today," I replied.

And then all of a sudden, Katie got quiet, "Oh."

"I mean, it was fine, just kind of odd, I guess," I said.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she offered.

"Not really," I replied, shrugging.

"Okay, it's up to you," she replied.

Katie was a good friend for offering that, but I really wasn't in the mood to talk about it.

"Hey, I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow," I said, getting up and starting to walk out of the kitchen.

"Goodnight!" she called from the kitchen.