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blind to what was unfolding in front of me. I sling an already cracked glass, that shatters when it hits the wall. The incessant vibration coming from my pocket drives me to the verge of insanity so I answer it.
    "What?" I hiss into the phone.
    "Brandon? Are you alright?" Dr. Iverson asks.
    I draw in a deep breath and close my eyes before responding.  "Yes, I'm fine. Sorry doc, I've had a rough day."
    "I hate to be abrupt, hearing the distress in your voice, but we really need you. It seems the full moon is reigning supreme tonight and we are overwhelmed."
    "What?" I ask.
    "In other words, we are busy and understaffed," he says again, I can hear the weariness in his voice.
    "Let me get cleaned up and I'll be right there," I reply.
    "Thank you," he says. you can have tomorrow off."
    "Yes sir. I'll be there within the hour."
    "Thanks again, bye." he says and the line goes quiet.
    I hit end and lay my phone down on the kitchen counter before going to wash up some.
    The emergency department is slammed when I get there. Going through the motions and checking in on each patient making sure they are comfortable keeps my mind off of Carlie. I head back to the desk as another ambulance pulls up. Stepping out to offer the medics assistance my heart drops.   
    "Jasmine." I whisper under my breath. Her blood soaked hair and the jagged cut down her face is disturbing. A teenage boy steps off the ambulance behind her.
    "What happened?  Was she in a wreck?" I ask the distraught young man.
    "N-n-no," he stutters. "I don't know what happened to her."
    I quickly usher him into the waiting room and get back on the floor. She is wheeled immediately away and I can barely concentrate on my patients. I sit at the computer just staring at the screen. 
    "Doc?" Asks the nurse across the desk from me. "She isn’t showing any signs of consciousness and she is being taken to the ICU." I nod.
    "Is she going to wake up?" The young man asks, clearly concerned.”
    "I don't know," I hear the nurse admit from the doorway.
    "I sure hope so, Jasmine's a really great girl. She works here and she's had a lot thrown at her, but she just takes it all, and smiles." The young man scoots the chair a little closer to the side of the bed and takes her left hand in his own. Uncertain of what to do next, he looks over at me when I come through the door.
    "I'm the one who found her," he repeats over and over, clearly feeling guilty. "She had ordered a pizza, and I was late getting it to her. My girlfriend and I were having an argument so I pulled the car over to try to talk it out with her."  
    I nod and his eyes begin to fill with tears so I walk over and pat him on the shoulder. "This isn't your fault, whoever did this was probably scared away by you. In fact you saved her life by acting so quickly and responsibly."
    He nods wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. "When she wakes up will you call me?" He asks.
    "Of course I will," I reply, taking the now crinkled piece of paper from his hand. I look down at the name and number scrawled across the piece of paper. "Austin?"
    "Yeah?" He asks.
    "I'm sure she will be happy to thank you herself when she wakes up." He smiles and walks out the door.
    Standing there looking at her sweet face, I would love to know who did this to her, and show them the same courtesy. Looking at her tears me up inside, wondering how anyone could do this horrible thing to someone? I quickly check her vitals, and place another blanket over her before leaving.
    No matter what I try to do, I'm distracted by the image of her battered face every time I close my eyes. Pulling into my apartment complex everything suddenly hits me. I don't cry, but an anger unlike anything I've known fills me. I open my door and flip on the light. The broken remains of my first love are strewn all over the floor. As I begin to clean up a single tear finds its way down my cheek. I don't know if the tear is for the heartache caused by Carlie or the violence