The chapter you are learning today is going to save someone’s life tomorrow. Pay attention 🩺Aspiring Med student about to catch a break of a lifetime 🩺 #Roo 🩺10+ years 🩺SL Linked I always get what I want, even if I have to skip a few things to get my way to the top

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Happy MCM @lTSKlLLIAN my heart years for you always

#MCM @lTSKlLLIAN my forever and always to the moon

encouraging my dreams, lifting me up when I’m down, or just being present in the small moments—you show up, fully and faithfully. ❤️ Loving you is a gift I will never take for granted. @lTSKlLLIAN

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Tonight, I didn’t get roses or whispered promises. I got a battlefield. And somehow, it was more romantic than anything else could have been. #TBC

I leaned against the wall, watching him work. Some nights, love isn’t soft. It’s blood and adrenaline, scraped knuckles and shaking hands. It’s knowing someone’s life depends on you—and still choosing to show up, heart pounding and all.

I stepped aside, and my knees nearly gave out. I didn’t realize until then—I hadn’t breathed in over an hour. @lTSKlLLIAN leaned in, just enough that no one else could hear. “I’m proud of you, Rae.” And then he was gone, swallowed by the ER.

“You didn’t panic.” @lTSKlLLIAN Said “I couldn’t.” He looked at me for a moment. Not like a boss, not like a mentor—like the man who once whispered my name like a secret against my skin. Then he nodded. “I’ll take over. You’ve done enough.”

“Raelene,” @lTSKlLLIAN said softly, pulling off his surgical cap. His eyes—sharp, unreadable—swept across the ER. “You did this?” I nodded. “They needed someone. I was all there was.” There was a pause. A heartbeat too long.

The line between us had always been blurry—drawn in ink, crossed in whispers in call rooms, and finally broken in the quiet hours after the hospital emptied. We’d promised to be careful, to stay professional. Tonight didn’t care about rules.

I didn’t have to turn. I knew who it was. Killian. @lTSKlLLIAN Dr. Killian. Head of Surgery. My mentor. My attending. The love of my life.

And just like that, I became a conductor of chaos. Three more kids followed. Fractures. Lacerations. A cracked skull. All of them needed me. Somewhere between triaging a broken femur and calling a helicopter transport, I felt a hand on my back.

ultrasound bedside—FAST exam now.” My hands moved before my brain could doubt them. A nurse handed me the probe, and the image bloomed on the screen. Blood. I called it. “Get surgery ready—she’s not stable.”

something shift inside me—like my heart traded in its steady rhythm for a battlefield drumbeat. The first one, a seven-year-old girl, unconscious, vitals tanking. "Possible internal bleeding," a paramedic shouted as we wheeled her in. I nodded, gloving up. “Let’s get

meant I was it. Me. Raelene. A second-year resident, still learning to tie my confidence tight enough so it didn’t unravel in front of my patients. But tonight, there was no time to second-guess. There were kids on stretchers, some crying, some deathly silent, and I felt

about to crack open. I snapped into motion. --- By the time the doors banged open, the ER had transformed. Nurses prepped gurneys like battle stations. The attending physician was nowhere in sight. That’s because he was in the OR, where he lived most nights. And that

to life. **"Mass casualty incoming. Multiple pediatric victims. ETA 10 minutes."** I froze for a heartbeat. Pediatric. And I was the only resident on call tonight. My scrubs were already damp from the sweat of a long shift, and now they clung to me like they knew this night was

#WhiteCoatsandWildHearts There’s a specific kind of silence in a hospital at night. It’s not peaceful—it hums with tension, the kind that curls around your spine and waits. I was halfway through scribbling progress notes when the silence shattered. The trauma pager screamed