There I was at the hospital. For 24 long ass hours.

I walk in and notice everyone staring at me. I frown as I heard giggles and mumbling as I walk to the lounge. I saw Tony talking to some of the guys and they turn to me laughing. I frown, "What the hell is everyone's problem?!"

Tony chuckles, "You don't know?" He hands me a newspaper of me and Michael together in the parking lot outside the restaurant we went to a couple of nights before. My eyes widen in disbelief.

How did anyone know we were there? Oh my God. At least they don't have photos of us kissing or anything.

I looked at the big block title that had "Michael's secret girl?!" I glare at them, "Look here. It was just one date okay?! Chill the hell out and grow up." I quickly got my white lab coat from my locker and walked out the lounge.

I hated the fact that everyone was staring at me. The immaturity in his hospital is sickening. We got sick people here to care for and people are focused on my love life? Ugh.

I walked to the registration desk at the charts. Miranda looks at me, "I'm totally jealous of you." I blush while smiling, "We are just friends, alright?" She rolls her eyes, "Whatever you say, you're smiling way too big for a friend." I frown, "No I'm not!" She gasps, "You had sex?! I know you did, you got like post-sex glow." I scoff while gasping, "How dare you accuse me of hav-"

Before I could continue to finish, the EMT came in with a man on the gurney. I ran over and got stats.

Belooshe, Eddie. 35 years old. He was ea-

I was interrupted by the shear screaming of a woman chasing with me to the Trauma Room. I'm guessing his wife. She was sobbing while screaming at me.

"I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. HE WAS JUST EATING AND THEN HE COLLAPSED."

I help transfer Eddie onto the table as I look at my team of nurses.

"Sounds like a heart attack or possibly something stuck in esophagus. Hook up an IV. Let's start with a mig of atropine and start a dopamine drip."

His wife continuously got in the way as I grumble, "Miranda, bring her to the waiting room." Miranda pulled her away as she sobs, trying to fight back. Her outrage knocked off the tray of supplies, and I sigh as I try to work with what I had.

A young man walked into the room and mumbles, "Sounds like you need some help." I squint, "Who the hell are you?" He smirks while sliding the latex gloves on grabbing a laryngoscope. I didn't have time to interrogate the man as he tries to get the tool in Eddie's mouth.

He grunts, "There's an obstruction." I nod, "He was eating prior to this, probably food stuck. I need the forceps." Eli, the other nurse, gives it to me as I hand to the new doctor. He takes it and puts it in Eddie's mouth.

"Pulse ox is falling."

The doctor mumbles something under his breath as he his struggles to grab the item. I shove him slightly, taking the tool from him and latched onto something, "Got it." I pull it out to see a piece of his plastic retainer. The new guy chuckles, "Damn." I roll my eyes, "You got it from here?" He nods, "I need a blood gas for him and order a twelve-lead and a chest." I take off the plastic gown and my gloves and walk out the room.

Who the hell is that guy? He's such an amateur, definitely have to be a fourth year medical student or a damn intern.

"Hey Marina?"

I turn around to see the stupid doctor guy that somehow knows my name. He smiles, "He's going to be fine. Going to Recovery." I nod nonchalantly, "Cool, and you are?" He extends his hand out, "McCavoy..Paul McCavoy." I shake it while raising an eyebrow, "How you know me?" He smiles, "Well who wouldn't know the ER doctor that saved the famous Michael Jackson?"

I bite my lip while smiling, "Mm, I'm famous now?" He chuckles, "In your own way. Anyways, I talked to the chief resident and he said we are going to be tag teaming more. He feels as though you need help in the ER." I fold my arms, "I don't need help." He laughs, "C'mon, you're a second year resident, and they're working your ass." I scoff, "What are you, an intern? You didn't even know not to intubate a patient when there's something stuck in their throat!"

He growls, "I didn't have the charts on the man! It's your fault for letting me. And I'm a five year resident!" I flip my hair in his face, walking away, "Act like it then!"

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"Tch, she doesn't like you at all."

I turn to one of the nurses, "You're Miranda right?" She nods, "Yeah, you're Paul?" I nod as she laughs, "Marina doesn't like help nevertheless anyone in her way in the ER. You're going to have it rough with her."

I clench my jaw, "Well, she's going to have to suck it up."

I needed to get closer to her. Somehow..get her to like me. I refused to be ignored. This is my game and I refuse for my little pawns to not cooperate.

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I was on my feet for hours. I really needed a break.

I sigh as I finally caught up with Tony. He smiles as we walk into the halls, "Hey you." I comb my fingers through my hair, "Hey, how was your surgeries?" He shrugs, "Basic as hell, your rounds?" I yawn, "Busy as hell. You know how my department rolls. People always getting hurt." He laughs, "More people for me to sew up and cut open." I nudge him with my shoulder, "You are a mess."

"So Miranda told me that you and Michael got laid? Something about post-sex glow."

I roll my eyes while lying , "She got to you? It's not true. Don't believe her." I stretch my arms in the air as we walk to the cafeteria. Tony sighs, "You did take a magical 'sick day' and you seem chipper. You know if you did, you don't have to lie. I think it's healthy that you are moving on from Jack."

I bite my lip as I grab a salad from the salad bar and accidentally bumped into him.

My ex-boyfriend, Jack Donaldson.

He turns to me while smiling, "Hathaway?" I frown, "Sorry." He shakes his head, "You're fine. Uh, I wanted to talk to you anyways." I gave Tony my salad and told him to find a seat as I talk to Jack, "What do you want?" He chuckles, looking down at his food before looking at me, "I heard about you and Michael? So you guys are a couple?" I shook my head, "Friends." He nod, "Oh, I was thinking that we cou-"

I raise an eyebrow, "No." He shakes his head while smiling, "You didn't let me finish." I fold my arms, "I almost cared. Try calling Mariah or Deborah. Go play around with them. I'm not ever letting you hurt me again." I turn to walk off and he gets in front of me, "Marina, I've changed. Give me a chance."

I scoff, "I gave you multiple chances, it's just that you prefer sharing our relationship with other girls in OUR bed because you thought I was weak and now because I went on one date with a sweet, loving, passionate, selfless, romantically great guy you want to talk to me? Move out the way." He squints at me, astonished by my newly evolved self-confidence and pride as he moves out the way.

I walk from him to sit at the table by Tony, and he chuckles, "You showed him."

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Talk about a queen. We love self-confidence. But who is this Paul? He seems somewhat interested in Marina. What's his real intentions? Is he the perp that threatened Michael? So many questions, so few answers. Just got to continue reading!

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