Tristan's eyes fell on the blonde as she jumped away from him, her cheeks now tinted a soft pink. He smiled slightly as she cocked her head to the side, running her eyes over his face, probably trying to guess his age, like he was doing with her. The blonde stepped forward and kissed her daughter's head. “Johanna, bring Katrina in for me?” he asked the babysitter. Nodding, he wrapped an arm around Katrina's shoulders, leading her inside. The blonde turned back to Tristan, running her fingers through his thick locks. She gave him an awkward smile. "Rylinn." he spoke, his voice calmer now. He raised an eyebrow and she smiled a little "Rylinn. My name, is Rylinn Westmens." he replied, repeating himself. Tristan nodded and shook her hand, observing her clean gaze. A black pencil skirt, a white button down shirt tucked into the skirt, and some heels to pull it all together. He swallowed, trying to clear the lump in his throat. His girlfriend of five years had broken up with him not even a week before and here he was wanting a blonde with a kid, hell she was probably married. But then something caught his attention under his winter duster. A badge? A bright gold badge stood out on him. He had a hard time imagining her as a detective or cop of any kind, but then she didn't look like a doctor and yet she was, so who knew. He cocked his head to the side before she gave him another smile. "Doctor Armenta, what..." he interrupted him with a hand. "Mrs. Westmens, that's fine, really. And you can call me Tristan, I do." you live next door, remember?" and that smile came out, that cocky smile of hers, a little cocky but really charming. She stopped and grabbed her once forgotten bag, which she had dropped on the hallway floor when she came in in the dark... middle of paper.....and five hours of sleep labeled one of the last patients when an emergency team rushed in "a 30-year-old woman, two GSWs, one in the shoulder and one in the abdomen. The pressure is..." he didn't he didn't feel anything afterwards as two nurses and a fellow doctor helped him lift her off the stretcher and into the emergency room bed. Wearing a yellow gown and a pair of clear rubber gloves , the nurses hooked up the IV and took her stats and vitals. A nurse cut her shirt open in the front. Two bloody gauze wounds turned to him. A pair of green eyes widened and Tristan froze. his heart on the verge of stopping. “Rylinn?” his eyes found hers before he heard the alarm on his monitor go off, beeping like crazy. “Tristan? Tristan!" a nurse shouted. Someone elbowed him. Tristan! Concentrate!" a red-haired nurse shouted at him. His eyes found the monitors and widened "He's programming! Get me a crash cart!" I scream.