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6.

feb 5, '95

February 5, 1995.

it was 5:00, i was just entering the hospital for a wonderful night shift.

i hadn't talked to doug since our kiss on christmas eve. i have seen him a couple times though.

i was mostly scheduled on nights again.

"praying for a slow night" i said, unbuttoning my coat.

"the other night was crazy busy"

"i heard you had triple trauma" susan said

"yeah" i sighed

"y/n, we need you in here"

"what is it?"

"gsw to the chest"

here we go again..

i put on the latex gloves as a nurse gave me a yellow trauma cape.

"can you intubate for me?" susan asked

"sure, can i get an intubation tube please?"

"8, okay?" connie asked

"yes"

i tried to slide the tube down the patients throat.

"can i get some suction?"

i took the suction and some of the blood disappeared.

the tube went down.

it was already 8:00, it was pretty much just me and the night crew now.

"lovely, a puking kid in exam 3" i sighed

"can i talk to you before you take that wonderful case?" doug said, coming up behind me

"sure" i smiled

he led me outside. we sat on a curb near the ambulance bay.

"i just wanted to apologize for the last time i was with you"

"i feel like there's tension between us now"

"doug i'm not mad at what happened that night" i said, shaking my head:

we sat there for awhile.

"i should get back to work"

i began walking off

"i haven't stopped thinking about you y/n"

"i haven't stopped thinking about you either" i mumbled, walking off.

i always looked at doug was a close friend but for the odd couple weeks it was very clear to me that i love him.