Inside St Mary Hospital
The hum of fluorescent lights filled the quiet hallway of St. Mary's Hospital, mingling with the occasional sound of beeping monitors and distant murmurs of conversation. Ellie Grace shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she finished her notes on a patient's chart. Her twelve-hour shift was nearing its end, but the work never really stopped. There was always another call, another life that needed saving.
Ellie tugged at her worn cardigan over her scrubs, more for comfort than warmth. The hospital's budget cuts meant heating was spotty, but Ellie didn't mind. She'd grown used to making do with less. The hospital was her second home—a place where she could throw herself into her work and forget, even for a moment, the shadows of her past.
"Ellie, can you take Room 12? Mr. Harris is having trouble again," a colleague called out as she passed by.
Ellie offered a tired but genuine smile. "On it."
She grabbed a fresh set of gloves and made her way to the patient's room, her pace steady and sure. It was the kind of day that reminded her why she chose this profession—a mix of controlled chaos and quiet moments of healing.
Inside Room 12, she found Mr. Harris, an elderly man with a warm smile despite his frail condition. He struggled with chronic heart failure, a frequent flyer in her ward, but his attitude was remarkably upbeat.
"Back again, Mr. Harris?" Ellie teased gently, checking his vitals.
"You know me, Ellie. Can't stay away from your charm," he replied, his voice a little weaker than usual but still laced with humor.
Ellie chuckled, making a mental note to adjust his medication. "Well, you're in luck. I'm here all night."
They talked briefly about his grandchildren, and Ellie made sure he was comfortable before moving on to her next task. It was these small moments, the human connection, that kept her grounded.
As she stepped out of the room, the hospital administrator, Ms. Carter, intercepted her with a frown.
"Ellie, I need to speak with you," she said, her tone as sharp as her tailored suit.
Ellie followed her to a cramped office where stacks of paperwork threatened to topple off the desk.
"The hospital's financial situation is worse than we thought," Ms. Carter began, her voice low. "We're weeks away from cutting staff or worse—closing entire departments. I know how much you care about your patients, but we may not have a choice."
Ellie's stomach tightened, but she kept her composure. "There has to be something we can do. Fundraisers, grants—anything."
"We're looking into it, but time's running out," Ms. Carter replied with a sigh.
As Ellie left the office, her mind raced. St. Mary's wasn't just a hospital—it was a lifeline for the community. If it closed, countless patients would have nowhere to go.
She pushed the thought aside and returned to her rounds. Dwelling on it wouldn't help her patients tonight. But deep down, Ellie knew she couldn't let the hospital fail. She'd figure something out—she always did.
At the end of her shift, Ellie sat in the break room with a cup of lukewarm coffee, staring out the window. The city lights twinkled in the distance, but her mind was elsewhere. She thought of her family's downfall years ago, the way they'd lost everything overnight. That moment had shaped her life, fueling her desire to help others, but it also left her with a lingering sense of loss.
The memory of a boy with messy brown hair and a warm smile flickered in her mind. Alex Hayes. Her childhood best friend and first love. She hadn't seen him since the night her family packed up and disappeared, leaving behind a life they could no longer afford.
Shaking off the thought, Ellie finished her coffee and grabbed her bag. The past was the past, and she had enough to worry about in the present. But as she stepped outside into the crisp night air, she couldn't shake the feeling that life was about to change.
What she didn't know was that Alex Hayes—the boy she had left behind—was about to crash back into her world in the most unexpected way.