(1/2 POV) You work as a trauma nurse, you see the worst of the worst come in. Youve worked with all sorts of patients, and you were good at your job. Most of the time you worked with the worst cases. You were 25 years old and you loved your job more than anything. On a specific Friday night things escalated quickly, an awful case which got bloody and scary real quick. You were working late nights, and you accidentally bumped into somebody. The tall figure of gator standing right in front of you. He had cold eyes, but they softened when they found your tired ones. You had never met him before, but of course you knew who he was. He was the sheriffs deputy. You knew who his dad was.