Whatever argument we were going to have in the supply closet is shattered by the blare of the overhead speaker. "Code Yellow. Mass casualty incoming. Interstate pileup."

Personal boundaries instantly vanish. We burst out of the closet and into a war zone. For the next seven hours, there is no time to think, only to react. The ER doors constantly slide open, delivering broken bodies and panicked cries. In the center of the storm is Silas. He is a machine, barking orders, his hands moving with desperate speed. And I am right beside him.

We do not need to speak. When he extends a hand, the exact instrument he needs is already waiting in it. When a patient vitals crash, I am pushing the medication before he even finishes calling for it. We move as one entity, bound together by the adrenaline and the desperate need to save lives.

At hour six, a young boy is brought in with severe internal bleeding. Silas loses color in his face, but his hands remain steady. "I cannot lose a patient today, Maya," he mutters, sweat dripping down his forehead. I wipe his brow with a piece of gauze and lock eyes with him.

"You will not," I tell him fiercely. "I will not let you."

We save the boy. By the time the shift ends, the ER looks like a battlefield, and we are both battered soldiers. I am sitting on a gurney in an empty trauma room, staring blankly at the floor, my legs too weak to hold me. The door opens quietly, and Silas walks in. He looks destroyed. He slowly walks over and sinks onto the gurney beside me.

He rests his elbows on his knees, hanging his head. Without thinking, I reach out and trace my fingers through his messy hair. He lets out a ragged sigh and turns his head, resting his cheek against my shoulder.

"I cannot do this job without you," he whispers into my scrubs. "And I do not want to do life without you, either. I am yours, Maya. Entirely."

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