A beautiful twenty something woman wearing a
white coat stroked her flowing blonde hair in a vigorous manner, accompanied
with a flummoxed expression on her tear-soaked face. Her stress seem to billow
out from her azure eyes like fiery smoke rings, beaming at random and
unfortunate objects or persons that got caught up in her stewing mass of
frustration. She then tugged her hair outward, bewildering the bystanders
around her, forcing them to ask themselves why a pretty little girl like her is
turning into such a hot mess before their very eyes. However, in the proper
context it became less bewildering and much more appropriate as the situation
hit critical mass; this poor woman’s world had been turned upside down.
A few hours before, this young girl stood
stammering against the horrific scene of another twentysomething woman and a
five year old son, both riddled with gunshot wounds. They weren’t family
members, no just complete strangers, but it was her job to save them and she
was going to do so damn it! At least that’s what ran through her head as she
screamed for them to come back to life even though she knew damn well that it
was too late, as her fellow coworkers restrained her back into a hallway. Her
mind raced so fast with so many thoughts that it crashed and all that followed
was absolute gibberish. Her mind just couldn’t grasp what happened before her
very eyes.
When she thought back to the first time that
she wanted to be a doctor, it became very hazy as it stretched way beyond what
any average or sane person would ever decide to pick as a profession or even a
dream. Maybe when she was three? No, it had to have been earlier than that. Her
ideal of being a lifesaver and a healer intensified all the way through high
school to the point that by senior year she had alienated all of her friends, except for one guy whose life philosophy was the complete antithesis of her own
approach. This man—whom she had fell in love with for so many reasons from his
crass and bold attitude that she admired to his blue and green eyes, his
watermark that attested to his uniqueness—remained very attached with her for
years and they spent hours just chatting about their future plans which of
course she would remain steadfast on, but he would always switch up on it with
variously preposterous ideas such as opening a bar/restaurant/salon that he
dubbed the “Sports Barbtendershop” to being a crime detective “like Sherlock
Holmes”. Unfortunately he hooked up with Samantha Stewart of all people, which
she always gave him grief about as she along with many others felt describing
the relationship as an “odd couple” was an understatement.
Yet when medical school finally did come, she
found that attachment with that guy slowly dissipated to the point that when he
invited her to his wedding she vehemently denied it; causing a rift that she
assuredly thought would never be fixed. As the taxing rigor of medical school
came to a close and she finally became a doctor after the insane trials of
residency and employment search, she realized it wasn’t what it was cracked up
to be. Still she had no reason that the
career she had envisioned and put in place of her friends, her romances and her
family would drive her past sanity. She was no squeamish girl, often relishing
in the most gory movies and being the placator in the most gruesome and dire of
situations. No, what did her in was the fact that most of her patients were not
of the typical sort that she intended. No, instead of saving the lives of
innocent victims of unlucky incidents, the vast majority of the populace that
resides in her care tend to be gang members in a shootout or drunk drivers that
deplorably risk not just their own but others' lives as well. But she readily
accepted that with nary a whim as she acknowledged that North Memorial resided
in the "bad side of town". However, she was nearing a breaking point
until one incident forced her to reconsider and challenge her preconceived
notions that stood as her ideals for two decades.
A man was picking up his kids from their
mother's house when they got into an argument. His response to the
disagreement was to go back inside, get his gun, and shoot her and their five
year old son multiple times. The son died almost immediately while she
was hit in the left arm, the abdomen, and the head. The young woman took
her immediately to the operating theatre for a laparotomy that found multiple
perforations in her small intestine and colon, all of which the doctor repaired
successfully. She then performed a craniectomy - she removed a large piece of
her skull, stopped the bleeding in her brain, and put the bone on ice to
(hopefully) re-implant later. This procedure allowed the brain to expand
outside the normal confines of the cranium, because there is very little room
inside the cranial vault for the brain to go. Unfortunately removing a chunk of
a person’s skull didn’t go well and she soon fell into a coma.
What transpired that day shattered
any resolve or justice that the poor soul had in this world, at least until a
sudden meeting with a man dressed in a trench coat and a fedora. She swore that
he seemed vaguely familiar, until it became glaringly obvious who he was when
she examined his eyes; one being bright green and the other electric blue.
"Sterling? I should have known that I would find you at a crime scene." emanated a voice that caused the blonde to turn her head on a swivel.
"Jac, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I don't know if you heard, but a guy tried to kill his wife. I don't know how common it is here but it's kinda noteworthy."
"You'd be surprised how common it actually is."
"So anyways, I am here because I am a homicide detective and they rang me up 'cause they can't find the fucker, excuse my language."
"Trust me, that guy can't even be close to be described by fucker."
"Since the victim can't talk right now, I figured that I could inquire you about these recent happenings."
"Well sure, I guess. But what could I inform you about this crime? I have no idea what happened."
"Sterling? I should have known that I would find you at a crime scene." emanated a voice that caused the blonde to turn her head on a swivel.
"Jac, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I don't know if you heard, but a guy tried to kill his wife. I don't know how common it is here but it's kinda noteworthy."
"You'd be surprised how common it actually is."
"So anyways, I am here because I am a homicide detective and they rang me up 'cause they can't find the fucker, excuse my language."
"Trust me, that guy can't even be close to be described by fucker."
"Since the victim can't talk right now, I figured that I could inquire you about these recent happenings."
"Well sure, I guess. But what could I inform you about this crime? I have no idea what happened."
“Seriously Sterling? It’s been
almost a decade since I have seen you and you want to talk about work? I
figured that you cracked.”
“Wait a second, what about that
maniac that’s on the loose?” asked Sterling in utter disbelief.
“Actually my job is more along the
lines of finding out whodunit more than catching some runaway. And apparently
there were plenty of eyewitnesses and evidence to suggest that he’s the guy so
my hands are tied. So anyways, is there a good place for coffee?” Sterling
complied and took him to some ma and pa shop that she had frequently hid at in
order to avoid the gradually more nerve-wracking situation that she so
desperately wanted to disappear from. Then something remarkable happened, at
least in her mind; they were talking about their future plans again but this
time with their roles reversed. Afterwards they probed into the last decade and
what they did with themselves since then.
“Man, this has been bugging me
since I’ve first saw you.”
“What is it?” asked Stone in his
first honest to god smile in years.
“How the hell did you end up being
a detective?”
“What are you talking about? It’s
been my lifelong dream ever since I was twenty!”
“No, seriously. What happened to
psychology?”
“Well to be honest I did get a
degree in psychology: Criminal psychology. After that one of my classmates,
David Humenik, asked me how interested in criminal psychology was I? Of course
I said ‘very’ and he got a few connections and soon enough I got hired as a
police detective. Seven years later and I’m still going strong baby! So how
about you? Why are you so bummed out?”
“You ever have your heart set on
something for years and years and you do all of this shitty work and asskissing
and when you finally, after dealing with all of the bullshit, get to the top,
you realize that it wasn’t worth it?” Stone stares at Sterling for but a moment
and then nods in complete agreement.
“Well, yeah. You know that Sports
Barbtendershop idea?” Sterling merely glares at him coldly after pouring out of
the vitriol from her heart. “I’m kidding. But yeah, I know exactly what the
hell you’re talking about (Sterling mouths ‘Really?’). Yeah, ‘cause you see my
marriage, well at least former marriage went the same way. And to be honest it
happened so recently I still don’t want to talk about it.” retorted Stone in a
snarky manner that he had no intention in releasing, as if he kept it pent up
and this beautiful young lady who he had an eye for since middle school was
able to peel away all the onion-like layers created from age and mistrust.
“I’m sorry, I had no idea,”
proclaimed Sterling in utmost sincerity. Stone scans Sterling’s face and gives
her a casual glance.
“Man, you always bring out the
most melodramatic out of me Sterling, I was halfway to tears. Anyways, I
probably took up most of your time and then some, so I think I’ll be out of
your hair now,” muttered Stone reluctantly.
“No, please stay here. I really
don’t want to go back to that hospital. Hell, I might even quit.” Sterling
grabs the cuff of Stone’s sleeve, who then embraces her hands with his own.
“You know there is an opening for
a medical examiner at the station. Now you would have to deal with dead bodies
all the time but a doctor of your caliber is probably used to that.”
“Ha, very funny. But can you
actually get me that job?”
“I’ll throw in my good word for
you but I warn you that only has like a ninety nine point nine nine percent chance
of success, so if you don’t get it I’d suggest buying lotto tickets.”
“I’m sure I will. Hey, why don’t
we stop by at my place and reminisce, maybe you’ll even have a little fun.”
Stone smirked, picking up Sterling’s signals.
“I’m sure I will.”
“Ms. Sterling! Are you OK?!”
“Yeah, why?” The same young blonde
woman was a tad older, but seemed to have a purpose and carried herself as such.
To her side was a young short Asian woman with a bowl haircut and goofy glasses
who was her assistant. Neither seemed distraught about the corpse of the man
found in the gas station mere hours ago.
“Because I asked you how in the
hell you got Stone to get you this job and you froze.”
“Oh, I was just daydreaming.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t because
you didn’t want to tell me?”
“Oh, it’s a long story.”
“I’m all ears!” Sterling merely
flashed a smile. That was until she looked at the clock and realized that they
needed to do an autopsy. Then she gave her assistant her infamous glare and
barked for some forceps.