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looked like they might get some sleep after all. Justin and Isabella sat on an empty gurney, relaxing for the first time in days.
    “What time is it?” James asked the interns.
    “A little after one,” Justin replied.
    “Wow, a slow night in the ER. That’s a first. I’m going to take a nap. Call me if anything happens.”
    No more than twenty minutes later, a nurse came rushing inside.
    “Two-vehicle accident coming in,” she said breathlessly. “Two injuries. One appears to have minor injuries, and the other is bleeding pretty badly.”
    Once she finished talking, the paramedics brought them in on stretchers. Isabella rushed toward the first. Justin followed to tend to the second. Isabella had drawn the short straw. Her patient was losing a lot of blood, and his vital signs were nearly nonexistent.
    “I need some O Negative, she said, looking for the sources of blood. One nurse pressed gauze on a head wound. Isabella took scissors and snipped away at the man’s shirt. He had bruising—definitely broken ribs, maybe internal damage. She cut away at his pants, and the floodgates opened. Blood was pouring from a deep cut in his leg. His pants had restricted some of the flow from his femoral artery, but there was nothing to stop the bleeding.
    Suddenly, it occurred to her that in the panic, she forgot all about James.
    “Call Dr. Johnson immediately,” she yelled to a nurse.
    She wrapped a towel around the man’s leg, putting strong pressure on the wound. Luckily, the nurse came back with bags of blood and started the transfusion.
    Amidst the chaos, Isabella was inexplicably calm. She had never been in control in a situation like this, always just a bystander. Now, she knew what to do and gave directions in a clear and calm voice.
    She was so in the zone that she didn’t even hear footsteps running up behind her.
    “Justin,” James called out. “What’s the status on your patient?”
    “Stable,” he responded. “Possible head injury. I’ve ordered a CT scan.”
    “Good. Isabella?”
    “He’s bleeding out. We’re losing his vitals.”
    James put his hand on top of Isabella’s to see the laceration.
    “You’re right. He’s nicked his femoral.”
    He pressed his hand back onto hers.
    “Let’s take him to OR 1. Isabella, keep doing what you’re doing.”
    They wheeled the patient into the operating room as the life slowly drained from his body. James expertly clamped down on the severed artery and started repairing it. Isabella monitored his vitals and assisted James with his work. Once they stopped the bleeding, James cauterized and closed the wound while Isabella tended to the more minor injuries. After another hour, the patient was wheeled out and taken to a room to recover.
    Covered in blood from their patient, Isabella and James went to the doctor’s lounge to get changed before the next patients arrived. Isabella was on a high. She controlled the ER and assisted in surgery. Nothing could stop her.
    “You were great in there,” James said as they stripped off their soiled scrubs. “Honestly.”
    There was a fire inside her. Without thinking twice about what she was doing, she grabbed him by the arms and pulled him in, kissing him hard on the lips.
    James was understandably caught off guard, but he kissed back, grabbing Isabella around the waist. She pinned him up against the wall, hips pressing against his. Weeks of flirtation and tension between them melted as they grabbed at each other’s body.
    She dug her tongue into his open mouth and he cupped one of her breasts in his hand, gently squeezing. He had one hand grasping the drawstring of her scrubs when he was paged to the ER over the loudspeaker.
    They broke apart, and he quickly tugged on a clean top and ran out the door. Isabella plopped down on the bench and leaned against the cool locker. Every inch of her body was buzzing. She wanted more.

Chapter Five
    T he rest of Isabella’s first night on call was uneventful, especially