Daphne
I rushed down the hallway of St. Mary’s Hospital, my crocs creaking with each hurried step. It was another chaotic night shift, the kind where the ER buzzed like a beehive.
The call had come in about a motorcycle accident, some guy who’d had a minor collision with another vehicle or so. As the nurse on call, I was assigned to get him settled in room 412. Little did I know, that assignment was about to flip my world upside down.
I pushed open the door, clipboard in hand, and there he was. Brad.
Even battered and bandaged, he looked like he’d stepped out of a bad-boy romance novel. His dark hair was tousled, a few strands falling over his forehead, and piercing green eyes that hit me like a bolt of lightening when they locked onto mine. He was propped up in the bed, one leg eleva
