Noah

I wake up to the most annoying sound that is my alarm. I almost punched the damn thing at how much I wanted the noise to end. I look over and see it's eight in the morning and time for my morning run. I sigh rolling out of bed, changing into grey sweats and running shoes.

I proceed into the kitchen, making a quick and healthy breakfast. I grab some strawberries, blueberries and raspberries, cut them up and scrap them into a cup. I grab the Quinoa, scoop it into the bowl and stir it around a bit. I go into the fridge, pulling out some fresh honey, and lime for a little extra taste.

Switch on the television; I flip through the channels until I see my Hospital on the news. I turn up the volume as I see Phoebe's face flashing on the screen. My heart falls at the thought of something horrible happening-

I lower the volume down as I see blurred faces talking into the camera.

I look down at the full bowl of Quinoa, eating the rest of it until I am fulfilled and turn off the television. She the daughter of an actress? I place the container filled with crumbs into the sink and fill it up with water.

I grab my pager, phone, and keys shoving them into my pockets. I head outside, locking my door behind me. But before I walk down the flight of stairs, I look up them thinking about Phoebe- I want nothing more than to go upstairs- but I decide against it and make my way downstairs.

When I get outside, I run around the neighbourhood over thirty times. Once I finish with my run, I walk back to my apartment, almost forgetting where I live. Every apartment building looks the same in Brooklyn.

I make my way to the elevator doors happy to see them working again, and that the tenet installed more surveillance camera's. After Phoebe left, I saw him leaving his office and told him about the druggy covered in blood running from his apartment building.

The metal doors open and I press the button for the third- and the fourth floor. I can't stop thinking about Phoebe- I am so worried. I hope she isn't dead in her apartment from her concussion.

The elevator doors ding for the third floor, and I anxiously wait for the doors to close again. They open on the fourth floor, and I rush out of them. When I look down the hallway, I remember that I have no idea which apartment is hers...

A door opens to the left of me, and I watch as a short old lady with a walker exits her apartment. I smile, hopeful she will help me find Phoebe's apartment.

"Hello, Ma'am." I walk up to her, "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" I look down at her, smiling.

"Oh my- If only I were your age." She smiles big, laughing.

"How flattering." I smile awkwardly. "Do you know where Phoebe Marshall lives?" I get straight to the question, liking the way her name sounds coming from my lips.

"Oh- She is a beautiful young lady! She helps me all the time with my Franklin. That stubborn cat-"

"Ma'am. My name is Doctor McGuire." She gives me a questioning look, "I haven't seen her since yesterday; I'm here to see if she's alright." I look up and down the hallway. "But I don't know which apartment is hers."

"Oh, dear." She gasps, "Her apartment is that one over there." Her shaking hand points to the apartment- The one above mine- I felt my heart drop slightly.

"Phoebe it's Doctor McGuire!" I yell, knocking on the door. I shake my head, "It's Noah." I fix myself, feeling adrenaline going through my body.

"Phoebe, are you in there?" I press my ear against the door, putting my hand on the doorknob, shaking it lightly, and it's locked. I hear someone, hopefully, Phoebe inside the apartment.

"Phoebe, can you open the door." I yell, "Please." I say to myself, knocking on the door. I listen as I hear a screaming cry in pain.

"Phoebe if you don't open this door I'm calling the police-" I yell through the door, making people look out from their apartment doors.

"I'm a doctor, everyone goes back inside your apartment," I say calmly. I hear a few doors closing as I knock on her door again.

"Mr McGuire!" I hear the owner; John yell my name as he comes up the stairs. "What are you doing to Miss. Marshall's apartment door?"

"It's Doctor to you, and I have reason to believe she's injured from an assault that happened last night in your building!" I yell through gridded teeth as I press my ear back up against the door. I hear her groan in pain, listening to her breathing, slight wheezing, and it sounds like it's getting harder for her to catch her breath.

"Open this goddamn door!" I yell at John pissed off. I heard this happening last night, and I just rolled over, falling back asleep! Noah, you're a Doctor, an Army Medic get control of yourself-

"Mr- Doctor McGuire I-I can't." John says, fear evident in his voice, "Don't you know who her family is?" He whispers, taking a step away from me. This man has some nerve-

"An I bet her family, especially her mother, would be very grateful for you saving her daughter, John," I say with a fake smile, hoping he will take the bate and open up her door before I break some laws busting down her door.

"Fine." John unclips the large set of keys from his pant loop, "Make sure Elizabeth Marshall knows it was me." He puts the metal key into her door and unlocks the door. I almost knock him over pushing the door open looking for Phoebe.

Phoebe's apartment is trashed, and she is laying on the floor on her side. I rush to her side, slowly putting her onto her back. I notice the blood covering the whole side of her head and down her arm. She looks at me in panic, starting to groan and trying to fight against my touch.

"John call 9-1-1 and put it on speaker," I yell to our panicked tenet inside the doorway. "Bring the phone to me and put it on the floor!"

"It's okay. It's okay." I repeat, shoving against her shoulders, holding her to the wooden floor. She closes her eyes and continues to shake her head. I put two fingers against her carotid artery, and her heartbeat is all over the place.

"This is Doctor McGuire from Mount Sinai Hospital. I have a woman here in her late 20's who has been sexually assaulted and abused." I look down as she isn't moving. Fuck! "I need an ambulance now at The Rheingold Apartments apt. Number 392! She is passing out due to blood loss!" I scream as I watch her chest move up once, then her head falls limp.

"Sir, it's going to take almost 20 minutes to get to you-"

"She will die in the next 20 minutes!" I scream in disbelief, hanging up the phone. I lift her unconscious body out of her apartment and rush downstairs.

"John, call the police and have them come into her apartment and meet me at Mount Sinai Hospital. Ask for Doctor Noah McGuire." I yell, hurrying down the many stairs, onto the streets, and to my truck. I open the passenger side door, place her inside the car and buckle her in.

I rush to the driver's side door, opening it and starting it. I start my truck and speed to the Hospital. I park in the Emergency Room parking lot and check her pulse- it's barely there- I jump out, pick her up and run into the entrance.

"Doctor McGuire!" I hear a nurse yell as I enter the ER. "What in the..."

"Her name is Phoebe Marshall, and she is in her late 20's. She was sexually assaulted." I lay her down on the gurney, "She has a head injury, possible internal bleeding. She went unconscious almost ten minutes ago!" I quickly talk to the Nurse as she starts examining her body.

"Doctor, get dressed!" I look down at my shirtless self, covered in Phoebe's blood. I nod my head and run to the locker room and change into my extra pair of scrubs. I hurry back to Phoebe's side and see things have gotten progressively worse... Alarms are going off as a resident intubates her. Another Doctor who I haven't met yet is doing a sonogram on her abdomen. It's filled with blood-

"Let's get her into the OR now!" I yell as everyone gets prepared for transport.

As we are racing down the hallway, I look down at Phoebe seeing the tube down her throat, and I get this uneasy feeling in my chest. During surgery, I felt myself wanting to second guess everything. Just to make sure she lived. I swear, the other Doctor thought I was insane. Second-guessing her, second-guessing the assistants, even the damn Anaesthesiologist... I couldn't help myself. I feel this need to protect her and never stop.

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- Anna