What Is This Feeling? || The Night Shift

Hurricane (Scott x Annie)

Annie POV

The sky swirls around me as I stagger to the bench, the world an all too disconcerting shade of yellow. Everything spins, and it feels like I'm slowly drowning.

"Scott?" I call out, my voice weak. "Scott, please-"

But I know he's not there. It's just me, alone with my thoughts and the rushing of the river below me. The sturdy beams crisscrossing the bridge seem to bend before my eyes.

What the hell was I thinking? He'd told me not to go. But when did I ever listen to him? Not often, that was for sure. Because what did Scott Clemens know about my life? He wasn't there when Thad died. He wasn't there for my rehab. None of it. He wasn't there.

But, God, I wish he was here now. I'd give anything to have him hold me one more time, to be the calm center in the midst of my hurricane.

His name is the last thing on my mind. Or, at least, that's what I'd like to say. But it's not true.

The last name in my mind is T.C. Callahan.