You lay on the stretcher, the world around you blurred. Your body was throbbing in pain. You could see a familiar face through your dazed gaze: Dr. Brian, your ex-husband's colleague, racing to your stretcher. You tried to speak but another voice growled menacingly

"Hands off, Brian; I'll handle her by myself" Ian's voice rings forth, devoid of dispute

"But you're off the clock"

"No, I'm not. The schedule can go to the hell for all I care" With that, you're falling into unconsciousness