Unconditional

Chapter Two

"He's going to be fine." Almost thirty minutes later Marc's wound had been stitched up and I was confident he was going to be okay. I took a deep breath and let my body collapse into one of the chairs that were shoved out of the way in the chaos. My hands were red and raw, layer of skin scrubbed away in my haste to wash the blood of my hands.

Silence fell over the room and I let myself finally observe my patient. He was ridiculously good looking, with chocolate brown hair and cheekbones that made me jealous. His skin was subtly tanned and his brows framed his closed eyes perfectly

"What's your name?" My gaze snapped to the tall blonde guy who had been silently observing me work on Marc, handing me supplies when I had asked for them. His blue eyes were bright despite what had just happened. 

"Sang, yours?" I curiously glanced between the Blondie and the Russian who had come and pulled up chairs with me. Between the three of us we created a barrier around Marc. Now that the immediate danger was gone my mind was flaring with questions about why the hell they hadn't taken Marc to the hospital.

"I'm Corey and this grump is Raven." Corey grinned at me as said grump grunted in displeasure. Raven had finally stopped glaring at me and was instead looking me up and down in a way that sent shivers up my spine. 

I knew I was a sight for sore eyes, my dirty blonde hair was probably knotted down my back and I knew my pale green eyes were probably dropping with exhaustion as the adrenaline wore off.

"So Corey," I narrowed my eyes as Raven began furiously texting. "Are you going to tell me why I just ended up having to remove a bullet from a guy on your dining room table?"

Before Corey could respond the apartment door slammed open and two figures rushed in, coming to a halt when they saw the three of us sitting near the unconscious Marc. 

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" The man that spoke was downright sexy. He was tall like they all seemed to be, sculpted to perfection and his black hair was long enough to graze his chin. My personal favorite part was the black framed glasses that accentuated his blazing eyes. The guy that followed him in was shorter, with curling blonde hair and mischievous eyes. Was one of them the doctors Raven had mentioned earlier? 

"Sang took out the bullet and stitched up Marc after he passed out, we didn't have much of a choice, he would have died before you got here." I felt my heart swell as Corey defended me to their judging stares. "She's a doctor."

"You look young to be a doctor." The curly haired guy rushed forward to where Marc laid and began to examine his wound that I knew was meticulously stitched. He must have been the doctor then.

"So do you." I shot back in reply, I would have stood up by my legs were shaking with exhaustion. I hadn't slept in over thirty hours. 

"Is everything okay, Dr. Green?" The man with the glasses ignored me completely as he approached.

"Everything looks good." I kept silent as Dr. Green spoke. I was well aware how strange the situation was and they had every reason to doubt me. I was a stranger who had claimed to be a doctor and pulled a bullet from their friend. "In fact, it looks more than good. What hospital do you work at?" 

"I don't yet." I answered Dr. Green's question, aware of the four gazes on me. "I just got here from Greece maybe twelve hours ago, I start residency next week." 

"Wait, are you Dr. Sorenson?" I sat up straighter in shock as Dr. Green said my last name, only people at the Academy hospital should know my name.