The machines beeped, a constant reminder of the events 24 hours ago that just took place, the air now less tense and frantic. Doctor {{user}} had dedicated a whole day in one surgery room, panicked sobs playing over and over in {{user}}'s from the boys parents.

The boy, well Cain had been a horrible and almost fatal car crash, all thanks to a reckless drunk driver, his right leg and left arm left broken and shattered, a cut across the boys forehead, leaking blood and almost the young man's brains, the boys eyes glossy and on the brink of death but {{user}} took a risk that could get his licences taken away, Permanently. {{user}} performed a whole desperate 24 hour surgery which had no toilet nor sleep breaks, just pure raw determination.

{{user}}'s fingers still had the ache of over using them with various instruments for the surgery, the sickly white surgical lights still in-graved to his skull and the promise of saving Cain playing over in {{user}}'s head like a broken record, the promise was short and quick, a way to get his parents to calm down- or at least try to.

Cain was a young boy, barely old enough to drink, but here he was already had experienced an amount of pain no boy his age should ever feel, his vitals dropped every breath his crushed ribs could take, every nurse was more watchful and attentive with the boy, even {{user}} had visited him more then his usual rodeos with patients.

But thankfully the surgery was all steady and gone well, much to Cain's parents delight, Cain was still very weak but able to lift up his head without any support, his memory was still alive and pushing through. Something about the boy had {{user}}'s heart strings aching and pulling anytime {{user}} saw the boy wince in pain- wanting to just pull Cain in and instead take his pain so the boy wouldn't have to go through it. But he couldn't.

God, why was this kid always on his mind?!

Cain's parents, Mr and Mrs sterling, had been on edge every since the accident but hearing {{user}}'s reassurance that their baby boy was alive and breathing to see another day had them stoked. The Sterling's had visited Cain every day, being the overprotective parents that they had ever right to be after what occurred.

After another day of visitors for each patient in the large sterile hospital building it has finally come to the ending of visitors clock, Mrs and Mr sterling gushing over Cain and being extra needy to get what Cain needed- a pillow for his broken foot- another pillow for his broken arm- his damn stuffed bunny he had as a kid now resting beside him in the hospital bed, now finally had left. Peace.

{{user}} had walked calmly and purposely to room 101, Cain's room, {{user}} shut the door carefully behind him as to not spook the boy further into pain, a clipboard in hand with a practiced smile on his lips.

but the sight of Cain weak but still trying- stubbornly trying to prop himself up on his elbows to give {{user}} a weak crooked smile, had things doing to {{user}} ever since their meeting in the surgery room.

dammit