two gunshots to the abdomen, one to the chest. that’s what aj came into the hospital where you work with. on a gurney, through the er, his friends trailing behind, looking pretty worried.

“yo is he gonna be alright?”

“is it bad?”

“yeah is he gonna pull through?”

“he better live.”

that was all you could hear as you and the other nurses, doctors and paramedics wheeled him down to a room.

the surgeries had been a success, a little scarring, but nothing major. and now, aj had been awake for a few days, and he was nothing short of charming. especially to you. the young, pretty, blonde nurse who told him when to take his pills and changed his iv.

and that’s exactly what was happening now. you were organizing his pill containers, and he was watching you from his bed.

“you know, after i’m healed, and dr. matthews gives me the all clear, i’m gonna take you out to dinner.” he says.