It’s eight a.m. and sleep is all she needs right now. Anybody was bound to lose their sanity after being awake for thirty-two hours straight, and Evee is no exception. She made a press release in the locker room that she will literally tear to pieces anybody who gets in her way to a well-deserved shut-eye. Nobody will have immunity not even Chief of Surgery Dr. Given, an innocent by-stander. He was about to ask Evee to cover tonight’s night duty again but stopped mid-sentence when the irate resident gave him the evil eye.

“Uh, never mind,” he said, “I’ll look for someone else to cover tonight’s shift. Go home, Dr. Morgan.” Scanning the other four residents inside the locker room, he asked, “Anybody wants to cover to—“ Feet shuffled quickly to leave with mumbled no sirs.

Evee Morgan

Age: 28

Hair color: black

Eye color: Hazel

Status: “In a long-distance relationship:-( ” –Evee Morgan

Occupation: Doctor

Almost unaware how she got home, Evee wanted to cry. When was the last time she saw her creaking door? Her barely used kitchen? Her worn-out couch? Couch…Oh God, couch, sleep and let herself freefall on the soft surface without a care in the world where she dumped her messenger bag and keys or if she even closed the door.

Halfway to la-la land, someone nudged her shoulder. “Wake up.”

“Hmmm.”

“Morgan.”

“Mmmm.”

“Dr. Morgan, the patient’s crashing! He’s going to V Fib! Dr. Morgan, we’re losing him! Dr. Morgan! Dr. Morgan!”

Evee sprang up from the couch, “Where’s the defibrillator? Charge it to…” Some part of her brain cleared and found a man’s smirking face right in front of her. “Wyatt, you asshole,” she seethed and threw a pillow at the said face. Even if her mark was off, he didn’t bother to dodge as it hit him at the chest while he laughed.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

“You left your door open,” he answered as he crouched down in front of her.

Seth Wyatt

Age: 29

Hair color: dark brown

Eye color: light brown

Status: “how should I know?”- Evee Morgan

Occupation: “Don’t know, don’t care”- Evee Morgan

Relation to Evee Morgan: “The neighbor from hell”- Evee Morgan

Evee laid down again and covered her head with the remaining pillow she grabbed from behind. She began a litany, “Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with you…”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m praying.”

“For what?”

“For the spawn of Satan that’s in my face to get the hell out of my apartment,” she yelled. “I swear Wyatt, if you’re not out of here within the next second I will stab you to death.”

Seth pacified, “Chill, Doc. I’m here for a consultation” and pulled the pillow away from Evee’s face.

With her pillow gone and the sunlight blasting from the window the devil of a neighbor opened, Evee used her arm as a replacement. “Clinic’s closed. The doctor is out,” she snapped.

“Just hear me out, two minutes, five minutes tops.”

There was a hint of excitement in his voice. Probably got a major breakthrough with whatever he’s doing. Slowly, she sat up, turned to him and bent down to gaze at her wristwatch. “One minute.”

The neighbor whined, “Oh come on!”

“You’re running out of time, boy.”

“Sneaky bitch,” he muttered.

Despite the glazed look, Evee’s acute sense of hearing was unwavering. With brows knit and lips pursed, she seethed, “I’m getting my knife.” She stood up and headed for the kitchen, just five steps away from the couch.

Realizing the intensity in her announcement, Seth raced to block her path to the weapon of choice. “Okay, okay, please don’t kill me. Got date tonight. This girl, I really like her. Need your help. Don’t know what to do.”

One slender black brow raised over one hazel eye, “Are you talking in caveman or Morse code?”

In his frustration, he nearly stomped his feet on the floor like a brat. “Just help me out will you?”

Evee tried her best to suppress a laugh, which ended up sounding like a snort. “That’s it? You woke me up for this?”

Seth frowned at her.

“Sorry.”

“Well?”

“All right, fine.”

To Be Continued

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I’m still thinking about this one, writer’s block again, sigh…

Anyway, this is just a sneak peek. I’ll see what I can do. :-)