Ever since I got to work, it's been hectic — loads of car accidents due to the snow. I'm just hoping I'm not snowed in, that Phoebe won't be snowed into the apartment.

I wanted to call Phoebe when I got here, but I'm currently resetting some guys leg from slipping in the snow. I pop the bone back into place, making him scream in pain.

"There ya go!" I smile, seeing his tibia is back into place not cutting off the blood circulation anymore. "Doctor Miller will be doing your surgery." I give him a small smile, heading to the next patient that was just wheeled in on a stretcher.

"It's hectic out there." The female paramedic says, "We barely made it here." She shakes her head as I flash my light into the unconscious woman on the stretcher. "Female, early '20s, found unconscious by the side of the road. No identification on her." The other female paramedic says as we move her onto the hospital bed. We remove the back brace, leaving on the neck brace until we can get the Jane Doe X-Rays, an MRI and a CAT scan. I tell Doctor Lake that she is his patient now. He is the head of the Neurologist department in the Hospital.

I pull out my cell phone, calling Phoebe. She doesn't answer, telling me she probably is back to sleep. Focus on your job then Noah-

I walk into the break room, Nurses and Doctors looking up and going back to their own conversations. I go to the coffee machine, pouring myself just coffee, no sugar, no creamer. I look down at my watch, and it's only 8:14 in the morning... I need energy-

"Hello." I hear a female say behind me. I turn around to look down at a blonde nurse. "You new here?" She smiles, giggling slightly.

"Yes, I am." I take a sip of my coffee. "Excuse me-" I leave her standing there and head into the hospital. By the time I get to the floor where the ICU is on my coffee is finished and I'm still tired. Maria will be able to go into therapy tomorrow with her new leg. She is still angry over the fact that I had to cut her leg off. So I decided to call an old battle buddy of mine who lost both of his lower legs when an IUD went off.

I left her room, pulling out my phone and pressing his contact. After many rings, it went to voicemail.

"Hello, Sargent Adams. It's Captain McGuire. Give me a call back when you can." I hang up, and I get a page. Doctor McGuire- ER.

When I get to the ER, I get handled a file, and I'm guided to a patient behind the curtain. I look at the data, Jessica Thomas, 23. "Hello, I'm Doctor McGuire, I- " I try to continue, but when I look up, I am confused at what I am seeing. Her legs are twisted behind her head, almost like a Circus act. "What happened, Jessica?" I ask her as she gives me an uncomfortable look.

"I don't want to talk about it," She sighs, and I hear that she is having trouble breathing now. "I really don't want to be stuck like this anymore." She stares at me, waiting for me to make the next move.

"Okay." I give her a reassuring smile, "Nurse, please give her 10mg of Cyclobenzaprine and 5mg of Morphine." The nurse nods her head, and I figure out the best option to undo her legs from around her head. I listen to her heart and lungs, noticing she must have been in this position for a while. Her legs are practically crushing her lungs. I hook her up to an oxygen mask to help her breathe as the nurse gives her the drugs. I call over another doctor to help me with her legs; after a few minutes, we undo her legs, and she will be staying for observation.

It is time for lunch, and that means it is time to call Phoebe. I pull out my phone, head to the cafeteria and press her contact.

"Hello." She answers, sounding different-

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask, she sounds upset.

"Yeah." She clears her throat, "Yeah, it's- We can talk about it when you come home." She finally says after struggling to get her words.

"Tell me," I say, grabbing the last Chicken Salad off the counter and heading to pay for it.

"I'm going back to work soon." She says, making me stop walking for a second. "And, it's not going to be in New York." She continues as I walk to a table and sit down. "I'm being sent to Yemen." I practically drop the bowl on the table as she says that word.

"Yemen?" I breathe, seeing horrific flashes of what is happening over there. "You can't go to Yemen, Phoebe."

"I know. Trust me, I know." Phoebe sighs, "But this is my job, Noah."

"You are not going to Yemen." I almost growled, "Also, you're not going back to work yet!" I am yelling now, drawing looks from everyone in the cafeteria.

"Noah-"

"No. I said no, Phoebe!" I shake my head, running my hands through my hair, "Phoebe, you don't know how dangerous it is over there."

"I can't talk about this right now!" She yells, "We can talk about this when you get home!" She hangs up, leaving my body practically shaking with anger. I look down at my watch, and I have 10 minutes until I have to clock back in. I eat my salad angrily, thinking about what Phoebe just told me. Yemen? They could have picked anywhere else in the world, but they chose a damn warzone? I sigh, finishing off my lunch and heading back to work.

I may have personal problems, but I can't show them at work. I'm a Surgeon; I can't have personal issues. Just too many people rely on me. I love helping people, love saving the day. But at the end of the day, everything relies on me and my state of mind. So I walk to the Nurses Station, clock back in and head to work. I'm most needed in the ER and the OR; all my patients are stable. Which means my job will be less stressful.

That was until I lost a patient during surgery-

I leave the OR after announcing the time of death, tossing my bloody gloves in the disposable bin and ripping off the protective gear. I shove the doors open, scrubbing my hands and trying to relax. Since I've been here, this is the first patient I have lost. I haven't seen death since I left the Military. I rip off my Surgical mask, squeezing it tightly. I take a few deep breaths, trying not to draw looks from my colleagues. I watch as they take away the 53-year-old man to the morgue and I curse at myself, wondering how I am supposed to tell the family.

I make the long trench to the waiting room, calling out the last name of the patient we lost and an older woman stands up. It almost felt like slow motion as she makes her way towards me. My heart is pounding against my chest as I tell her we should take a short walk into a private room.

She sits down, staring at me with wary eyes, and I tell her the sad news about her Husband. I let her know they will be down soon to take her to him, and she nods at me. She isn't crying, which means she is in shock. I head back to work, sadly remembering that no matter who dies, the world still moves on.

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