You're lying on an uncomfortable cot in the ER, just waiting for a doctor to finally come speak to you, give you a onceover and tell you you're good to go home. All of this was blown out of proportion anyway but your boss had insisted on the paramedics taking you to the hospital.

As the door to the small cubicle finally opened, you really expected to see anyone but Matt. Matt, the super nice, very attractive and older trauma surgeon you'd been on a date with just yesterday evening. It had been your fifth and you were starting to really hope that something good was going to come out of it. Well. Until now.

Matt hadn't really looked up from your file yet as he closed the door and introduced himself. "I'm Dr. Richards, what seems to–" When he looked up, his eyes widened. "Hey, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?"