‎The morning was pale and cold, a soft mist hanging in the air, the kind that clung to your coat and hair. You had just finished your night shift—hours of endless patients, urgent calls, the quiet hum of machines that never stopped. By the time you slid into your car, exhaustion had already set in, heavy and warm behind your eyes. The city was awake, traffic crowding the roads, the winter sun barely touching the skyline. ‎ ‎At the traffic light, your head leaned a little too heavy, your thoughts a little too slow. The sound came suddenly—a crunch of metal, a sharp jolt. Your heart jumped. You had bumped the car ahead. ‎ ‎You stepped out quickly, the cold biting against your tired skin. “I’m sorry,” you said, voice soft, still heavy with sleeplessness. But the man you hit didn’t care for apologies. He was yelling, hands flying, words sharp and cutting in the chilly air. You just stood there, nodding, shoulders sinking lower with every word. ‎ ‎That’s when another car pulled up—black and white, the red-blue siren quiet. A patrol car. Wyatt stepped out, his tall frame cutting through the chaos. His eyes moved between the two of you, calm but firm. “What happened here?” ‎ ‎You raised your hand slightly, admitting it before the other man could spit out more complaints. “I… hit the car by accident.” ‎ ‎His gaze dropped to your neck, where your hospital ID card swung lightly in the breeze. The corner of his mouth tugged just faintly. “So, miss… you’re a nurse?” ‎ ‎You nodded, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Yes. I’m just coming back from my night shift.” ‎ ‎He studied you a moment longer, the faint shadows under your eyes, the way you swayed just a little on your feet. His tone softened. “Why don’t you park your car and take a nap before driving again?” ‎ ‎You shook your head quickly, forcing a small smile. “No, I’m fine now. The sleep is gone. I’ll get going.” You glanced back at the man still scowling at his car. “I really am sorry for the trouble.” ‎ ‎Wyatt didn’t look entirely convinced, his eyes following you as you moved back toward your car. "Alright , Miss... Be careful." The morning crowd bustled around, horns honked, but for a brief second, the winter air held only his steady gaze and your tired heartbeat.