Ashley's POV:

I enjoyed this time of the day very much. The time on my way to the hospital.

Nana insisted I buy a car.
But I was not willing to waste my newly learned hobby. So I bought a bicycle and started to ride it to the hospital instead of a taxi.

The hospital was not far away. It took me more or less forty minutes to reach there. I always took ten minutes off at the falls.

This place was beautiful beyond imagination.
I had to ride along the spiral roads across the hilly area, passing huge lakes on the way. And I always got off here, at the falls which created the lake in the first place.
Leaning against the railing beside the road, I liked to see the rainbow-like sprinkles created by the rushing streams of water from above to down there.
The humming sound of the waterfall with the chirping of the birds in the morning was something that could easily calm me for the whole day.

It was my daily routine. Almost every day. That included the weekly visit to the children in the orphanage and visiting Nana.

Maya took the job at the uni. I last saw her a month ago.

It was a top university in the capital, and my Hospital was almost on the other side of the country, nearly four hours' worth of journey by road.
We both got busy, but Maya paid a visit last month to The Clouds. It was a nice time.

I parked the bike in front of the hospital and went into my office on the third floor. Changed into scrubs and started my regular round with two residents with me.

I liked it this way. Having busy days, a hell of tiring nights both here and in my house, cheerful weekends, and little free time for sleeping or doing anything I loved.

Suddenly my pager beeped and the P.A. system called my name at the same time, "Dr. Ruth to the central desk, Dr. Ruth to the central desk please."

I went towards to central desk where the nurse station was.

"Dr. Ruth, Dr. Cameron is on hold, it's an emergency," the duty nurse handed me the intercom.

Dr. Cameron was probably the most ruthless yet fierce doctor I have ever seen in my life. He was extraordinarily professional and expert in his field, and there was no limit he couldn't go for saving his patients' lives.
He was the director of Emergency and casualty in this hospital.

"Dr. Cameron," I put the intercom in my ear.

"I need a neurosurgeon. ASAP. I heard you are free, others are busy. Can you do that?"

"What's the case?" I got curious.

"Airbag malfunction. Car accident. Subject male, age 44, had an epidural hematoma."

Epidural hematoma means bleeding in the space between the skull and the outer covering layer of the brain due to the rupture of any blood vessel in there.

It's a medical emergency. Firstly, the patient can die at any moment due to excessive bleeding leading to less oxygen supply to the brain, and the second one was pressure creating on the brain due to accumulation of blood in the confined space causing brain damage or herniation of the brain.

"Wait, what do you mean by "had "? He doesn't have it now?" I was puzzled.

"He was herniating. I had to make a burrhole in his temple."

I almost choked on my water. He did what!!??
He created a burrhole in his head in the middle of E.R! He is crazy.

A burrhole is creating a hole in the skull to drain the blood accumulating so that it doesn't create any pressure anymore. It is done for other neurosurgeries too.

"His blood pressure is dropping. I am counting on you, Dr. Ruth,"
He disconnected the line.

I put the intercom back. I hurriedly paged the emergency operation team with the persons available at that moment.

After less than fifteen minutes, the patient was on my operation table.

The Scrub nurse provided me with all the details with the CT scans and others.
It was not a complicated one, Dr. Cameron already did everything he could.

My work was simple. I had to open up a part of his skull, cleaning blood clots, repairing the ruptured blood vessels, check on additional injuries, and then fixing the skull.

But the problem was the burrhole. Dr. Cameron used the cranial drill to make a hole so that the blood could drain from the intracranial space and prevent the brain from herniating through the foramen magnum below due to pressure creating by the excess blood in the skull.

During brain surgery, we cut the skull bone to make an entry, and fix them afterward carefully. But in his case, Dr. Cameron just drilled a hole crushing the bones in the way. Now I  have to do something to fix that hole too.

Damn these cowboy doctors!

Receiving a green signal from the anesthetist, I started the procedure stating the basic protocols on record.

The patient's blood pressure was dropping, but we could fix that. I asked to page a vascular surgeon just in case.

I finished separating the left temporal bone of the patient. Sharon was cleaning the clots underneath.

He seemed to do just fine.

"Dr. Ruth, you want some music?" on hold nurse asked from a corner.

"Yes, please," I said without taking my eyes off the patient.

"Any preference?"

"Anything would be fine." I shrugged, "surprise me."

Not long after Sam Smith's hypnotizing voice filled the room.
"Excellent choice, Cara," I gave her a thumbs up.

"This is a mess," Sharon cooed watching the hole made before.

"I can't believe Dr. Cameron did it in the middle of E.R!!! "

"That's why this man is still alive," I  said, preventing bleeding by pressing a gauze in the injured place.

"He is either a genius or a maniac," sighed my second assistant, Dr. Russho.

"Probably both," I agreed.

"Don't you think he is too ruthless? Who does a burrhole in E.R? He is not an expert in that either."

"He is an Emergency Specialist. He knows his stuff," I disagreed.
But it was true. The standard procedure was to wait until a neurosurgeon gets there, but he did it regardless.

"He is fierce. He can do anything, be it legal or illegal to save lives," Sharon added.

"And I support that. I know he can get in trouble if things get sideways, but he can stay clean to himself that he at least tried at the end of the day," I  defended him.

"You seem to be very fond of his methods, Dr. Ruth?" Dr. Russho said in a teasing manner.

"By the way, he is smart, handsome and the youngest E.R. director in the whole country! " Sharon intentionally eyed me, " And he is single."

"Get over it, Sharon! Concentrate here," I said laughing.

"Cara, change the song," I said.

"What do you want?"

I thought for a second, "Do you know BTS?"

"I know, I listened to some of their songs," she replied, "my daughter made me listen to them."

"Then I trust your choice. Play something you like from them."

Dr. Russo removed my glasses from my eyes and put the surgical loupe operating microscopic glass there.

Slowly the room filled with a sweet melody. I liked it. I proceed to give Sharon a thumbs up indicating I was good to go for repairing the ruptured blood vessel.

I suddenly stopped before even starting it. That voice! I was mesmerized by that deep whispery voice. It was familiar, too familiar to forget.

It immediately took me back to a starry night almost a year ago.

" Dr. Ruth?" Sharon's confused tone made me come back to reality.

"Cara, stop that music please," I said.

"Why? I liked it. Let it continue please?" Sharon pleaded.

"If you want me to end up crying, then ok," I shrugged.

Dr. Russo gestured to Cara to stop that.

"I thought nothing could make you cry," Sharon smiled.

"That voice! That's something else," I continued my work, "who is the singer, Cara?"

" His name... it V." replied Cara seeing something in her phone.

"Is it even a name?" asked Dr. Russho.

" Yeah, here it says his name is V." Cara indicated her phone.

I thought it was Tae. His voice was too much like it. To be honest, I  was a little bit sad being wrong.

How come their voices were so similar??