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“It’s a beautiful day to save lives people. Let’s do our best.”

Eve is standing at the center of her operating room with Kenny on her right side holding a suction, assisting her with trembling hands. Eve shoots Kenny a look as if telling him “Do not worry, It's just me. I got you,” telepathically.

“Scalpel, please.”

Eve is known for her delicate movements, steady hands and quick decision-making. She's exceptional, a force of nature. For many reasons, doctors always watch her surgeries from routine to special cases. She's used to many set of eyes from the gallery above her OR. Evidently, the young man beside her is not. Attendings watch the first intern of every batch who steps into an OR. Every batch, it's always one from Eve's interns. She has her ways of pushing these kids into their limits to become the best surgeon they can be. However, this time is different. The gallery is jampacked not only because it's Eve's OR and the first intern; it is also because Kenny is the chief's son.

"Dr. Stowton, how do we proceed with this surgery?" Eve asks.

Kenny recites every step of the way without any mistakes, Eve has no doubt that he can do it even when he is asleep. As he goes on, it does the trick. Kenny relaxes, hands are steady with precise movements. Eve knows he has so much potential in him. Since the first time she taught him his first suture on his first suture kit Carolyn gave to him as Christmas gift, she notices that he got his mother's gift in surgery. The surgery ends well. Hours later, the blonde wakes up, disoriented. Eve sedates her to let her body recover.

In the middle of the night, Villanelle wakes up again. Her head is still pounding but her eyes are able to adjusts with the lights. Monitors surrounds her room, she's wearing a blue patient's gown, IV lines are connected thru her right hand and there's a tube in her mouth. When she looks to her bedside, there's a brunette peacefully sleeping on a chair. A shawl covering her neck down to her feet. As if the woman can feel her gaze, she slowly opens her eyes. Hazel green eyes meet the brown ones. They stare at each other for a moment until the brunette comes back to reality. She rushes to Villanelle and takes out her light pen.

“Sorry, I fell asleep. Please follow the pen," Eve instructs as she moves the pen side-to-side, up and down, near, and far, "Good, let's take out your tube. Swallow on three so it will not hurt, okay?"

Villanelle nods, then the doctor takes out the tube.

"Qu'est-il arrivé? Tu chi sei? Estoy bien?" Villanelle's voice cracks, slipping from one language to another without her knowing. She hands her a cup of water and assists her to drink with a straw.

"Si, muy bien. Tu hablas Ingles?" she asks.

"Oh, yes. What's your name? Why am I here? What happened?"

"I am your doctor, Dr. Park. You are in St. Thomas Hospital, London."

The doctor starts her physical exam by checking her breathing using her stethoscope. Villanelle takes the the opportunity to ask questions but the brunette dodging some of it. She changes her head dressing and let's her practice breathing thru a tube with balls going up and down whenever she blows. She reaches for her abdomen and finds a healed stiches on her lower right. The brunette explains to her that she has been through brain surgery but nothing more, told her that her family will arrive soon. Without any control with her body, Villanelle dozes off right after.

Konstantin arrives exactly two hours after Villanelle woke up. He runs towards her daughter the moment he sees her from the window outside. He fixes her hair away from her face and looks at her intently; memorizing her beautiful face. He looks like he can’t believe her daughter finally wakes up. Tears falling down on his cheeks, yet a wide smile growing all over his face. She's observing them from outside, giving them a moment before she informs her. Konstantin is very careful not to wake up his sleeping daughter. After several minutes, he notices Eve outside. He kisses Villanelle on her forehead then heads outside.

“Good morning Dr. Park. Thank you for staying up for my child.”

“Good morning. It’s part of the job, sir. Would you like to get some coffee?” Konstantin nods then they silently walk to the café downstairs. They both get black coffee, sitting on a table far away to the small amount of staff eating breakfast before heading out after their night shift.

“Is this the thing you do when you will tell your patients loved one’s bad news?” Konstantin asks while pointing out their current situation. Sitting across from each other and far away enough from people to have a private conversation.

“No. I usually call them in a conference room to tell them the bad news. I give special treatment to the chief’s close friend,” she tries to lighten the mood a little and gives him a weak smile, “However, your daughter’s condition is not bad news. She--” Konstantin cuts her off, then sighs.

“You could have led with that, no?” he asks.

She apologizes for being insensitive, lack of sleep is taking its toll on her. Eve explains how her daughter slips from one language to another, unintentionally. Also, how she doesn't remember what happened to her. She's asking a lot of questions but Eve doesn't answer most of it; careful not to trigger any memory.

“I think your child is suffering from a memory loss. It’s still too early to tell, it can be temporary or permanent. It usually happens when a patient suffers from severe head trauma. In your daughter’s case, she was in a coma for almost a year. We just have to wait and see what’s the effect of it on her memory. Contrary to a popular belief, patients who suffer from memory loss do not lose their identity. We will proceed to update her post-op scans and laboratory tests to see any abnormalities. For now, she has to stay here for physical therapy. She needs adequate rest and starts moving to avoid further muscle atrophy. Eventually, I will refer her to psychotherapy depending on the situation. We will do everything to help her," Eve assures him. Konstantin let her words simmer to him for a while. Trying to understand as much as he can.

There are two types of patient for Eve: the one who follows the doctor’s order diligently that gets better sooner than later, or the one who just makes her job a living hell. Eve understands patients cope up differently. However, it does make their job harder than it already is. After all, hospital staff, nurses, aides, and doctors have their limits too.

“No, I don’t want to! Don’t you dare touch me,” Villanelle warns her physical therapist.

On her seventh day of post-surgery, Eve instructs light therapy. Assisted natural movements to let her stitches heal from brain surgery. She cannot wait any longer because the blonde's body deteriorates faster than she expected. Villanelle refuse her therapy, eating on time, and taking her pills. She receives many negative feedbacks from her nurses and other doctors. Eve understands her, most of the patients from coma feel restless after a long time on bed. She visits her during her usual rounds for her post-operation patients with her interns. She lets her do what she wants for now. Besides, Eve has other patients to attend to.

On her fifteenth day, Eve decides to let her interns rotate for Villanelle’s therapy. The blonde needs to do it or else she will suffer from a much cruel recovery period. Again, the movements are simple like standing up, sitting down, and walking slowly from the bed to a chair. Eve needs the interns to push Villanelle out of her bed. In addition, it's a good opportunity to immerse her interns to aftercare their patients need after a surgery. Unfortunately for her, Villanelle still refuses her physical therapy. Eve receives different kinds of tantrum as the interns report to her every day.

It's Monday morning and Eve is running late, riding her all matte black Harley-Davidson motorbike. She is exhausted from her back to back surgeries from past week. As she arrives her designated parking slot, Kenny is waiting for her. Adrenaline rushes into her bloodstream. It's peculiar. If there is an emergency surgery, then nurses will page for the on-call doctors.

“Eve! I mean Dr. Park,” Kenny perks up as soon as she takes off her protective gear.

“Okaaaaay. Too loud, Kenny.”

“Sorry. We just need your help,” his tone changes.

“Obviously, What is it?”

“Remember the time you told us to do everything we can to get Ms. Astankova out of her bed? Well, nothing works and she’s throwing vase now to the window. We do not want to give up and bother you but it’s evident that her body gets weaker as days pass by.”

“Oh, come on. The universe likes to punish me these past few weeks for some unknown reason,” she rolls her eyes as she puts her protective gear inside her motorbike’s storage.

Eve doesn't has the chance to change out of her tight skinny jeans, black boots, a plain white shirt under her leather jacket. As soon as they get out of the elevator, screaming echoes from the end of the hallway. Eve instructs him to let her do this alone. As soon as she reaches the window, she witness as Irina tries to feed her sister porridge for her breakfast. As Irina persists to feed her, she takes the bowl out of Irina’s hand then throws it away--glass shattering on the floor. Irina runs away from Villanelle, leaving her alone.

Villanelle is trying her best not to cry. Eve decides to give her a moment to gather herself. Suddenly, Villanelle breaks down, cursing the universe for her suffering. Minutes later, Eve walks in.

“Just leave me alone, Irina,” villanelle says, staring into the abyss.

“It’s me. Dr. Park."

She turns her head and looks her straight into her eyes.

“Just leave me alone please,” she begs.

Eve’s heart hurts at the woman in front of her. Villanelle asks her to leave, but her eyes are pleading for help. Eve slowly walks towards Villanelle’s bed and sits beside her, invading her space. To Eve's surprise, the blonde doesn't protest.

“I lost my father when I was in college--Cancer. He fought hard. We came to the hospital every two weeks for his loads of treatment. It’s hard for us but we know it’s harder for him. My dad was the one who worked hard for our family until he got sick. He refused our help because he was used to being in control, always taking care of us. At some point, my mom begged him to let us take care of him. Family will never be a burden to each other. We spent the happiest and loneliest times together until he passed away,” Villanelle turns her head to face her, “Sometimes, we just have to let our guard down and let the people who love us take care of us. Everyone needs help from time to time, after all.”

Villanelle weakly smiles and Eve taps her shoulder twice, then leaves the blonde alone. Eve cancels all her appointments, giving her a day off. Tomorrow, she’ll make sure the blonde will get out of her bed even if it means she has to carry her out of it.