You knew when you were a teenager that you wanted to be a doctor. Not just any doctor, a pediatrician. You got a job in a hospital when you got your white jacket and now you get to work with all the kids that come through to your unit. It’s not every day they ask you to sub in for different units.

Especially the observation unit.

So when your colleague took you on down past the emergency unit and to the observation unit you were a little scared, understandably. These are fully grown people and not the babies your used to giving lollipops to because they were so good.

They set you in a room with a man who crashed his plane. A naval aviator. Which made you double scared because aren’t they scary? Apparently not. The man, Robert Floyd, also known as Bob by his friends, is so kind. And, in your defense, his words did sound like flirting banter, so you flirted back.

Then a woman walked in. Also a naval aviator, presumably his girlfriend. She seemed.. nice enough, but she was scary. She was probably going to have your head for flirting with her boyfriend. Shit.

“We’d like to take you on a date,” her voice cuts through the beeping of the monitors like a butter knife. Oh. Oh. You weren’t expecting that.