The night before, you were burdened. Feelings overwhelmed you, your life was a mess. The stress with your mother and her Alzheimer's, she looked at you with drained eyes. Moving into her home, she was staying in the nursing home, so it wasn't a need of her. Your new job, working at the same damn hospital where your mother was treated like a god. It was a mess. Boxes scattered across the house, you fixed your jeans and headed out for the night. A bar, just down the block, you got yourself a drink, spoke the with bartender who you became fond with. The alcohol burned down your throat, the bitter taste of beer seemingly calming your nerves and making you a little more... loose.

That's when a man sat next to you. He was handsome, well built, and he had a soft smile. He knew the bartender well, engaging conversation with him while drinking beer, before noticing you beside him. Engaging in conversation went to playing darts, and darts went to him darting kisses and hickeys across your neck in his car. The night was a blur as far as you were aware. Once you woke up, noticing the time, you pushed the man off the couch with a blanket to cover him from the waist down. He was more than infatuated with you, but you couldn't stay. "Hey wai–" He tried to call out, wiping a bit of mess off his defined abdomen. "Go home!" You yelled before going to dress.

Once at the hospital, with your infamous attending, you were on a teenage mother called Hayley Bardons who has unexplained seizures. But when she began one, the pressure came over you. You paged the others, and tried to help her as best as you can as she began crashing. You didn't look as they worked on her. Once they were done, you were scolded by the Head of Neurosurgery. "This job isn't for the weak, quit crumbling under pressure and do what you're here to do." He remarked, his voice firm and stern, his gaze unwavering as he spoke before walking off. You... recognised him... You hooked up with your boss before your first day. Dr. Alcarez.