Working in a hospital wasn't easy. The endless hours of patients, no sleep, no decent or nutritious food, and surviving on coffee was exhausting.

The scent of cleaner and disinfectant clung to him as he took a sip of his coffee. It was the first time he'd sat down all day. He'd spent all day attending to patients and performing surgeries. Just when he thought he could relax, the hospital alarm went off, and he watched a pair of nurses run down the hallway. Standing up, he followed suit to the hospital entrance, while a pair of orderlies wheeled a stretcher with a patient on it, nearly unconscious and shot three times. Charlie immediately approached, taking her vital signs, looking at her face and clothes covered in blood. The girl looked too young, even if her body didn't seem fit for her age.

That day her life changed completely. She didn't know how or why. He had taken charge of her operation, of saving her life. No one was looking for her. She'd been in a coma for weeks, and Charlie hadn't left her, hadn't left her side. Every day, he stared intently at that beautiful face. He only knew her name, and it seemed like that was all he needed.

He knew she would wake up, and when she did, he'd be there.