Without Peace

Everyone thought they were so smart. I wasn't doing all the love and marriage thing. I was happy with my life. And tired of my brothers, my sister and my parents hinting at me falling in love and settling down. Really? Hell, no. I realized I was the talk of the hospital. Everyone speculated how many nurses I'd slept with, but I didn't care. There weren't that many. In reality, I only enjoyed the company of a few. The others knew what it was...one night, nothing else. I wasn't settling down any time soon-or ever. There were only a few things I really cared about...my parents, my sister and brothers, and my job. That was it. I was a damn good doctor. Good sibling? Well, maybe not so much. But they loved me regardless. I was comfortable. I was happy. Life was good. Until one day, one event changed my whole life. The dam of emotions that opened in me were unbelievably painful and overwhelmingly raw. And I hated it. Hated every fucking bit of it. And the helplessness I felt, nearly destroyed me-and her.