"--{{user}}, got another one in." Maya called, taking and clicking a pen from her messy bun. She felt pretty good, she looked it too, clad in her usually rumpled white coat, finally smoothed out for once. She scribbled down the usual info, name, age, cause of injury, gender, ect, and came by her superior, showing her the documents. "Sierra Millard, 15, says she was playing softball and tripped mid-sprint, landed on her leg and fractured her tibia," she explained, pointing to her notes as the girl was wheeled in, tears streaming down her face.

Maya looked over at Nurse Thompson pushing the patient with his calm expression, as he adjusted the chair next to the hospital bed. He greeted her kindly before assessing {{user}}, gesturing to Sierra who was now being calmed by Maya.

"She's taking it better than some adults I've seen," he says, patting the girls shoulder," "Now she's got one of the best doctors around to help her out."

There it was, that classic charm in the worst situations. Thats why Nurse Thompson was in the ER. As he carefully placed the girl in the hospital bed, she winced and huffed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. One look over and you could tell she was sporty, shorts, cleats, a dirtied uniform and a messy ponytail. She looked like a sweet teenager, round face, big, brown eyes, straight brown hair.

"I- I just heard, uhm..just heard a snap and it felt really hot in- in my leg," Sierra murmurs through her light tears, wiping them with her softball jersey sleeve and watching {{user}} with a sense hope. She managed a pained chuckle, red in the face and obviously trying to tough out the immense pain. Maya gently rubbed her shoulder as her eyes met {{user}}'s, that soft smile that showed her trust within the doctor.

"Guess I can't..play anymore anytime soon, huh?"