The morning sunlight pierced the crevices of her eyelids. She turned her head a little burying her face in the pillow only to feel the dampness of her tear stained pillow. Katie couldn’t seem to gather her thoughts. Her mind felt like it was racing at dangerous speeds. Her body felt like it was being held down under the weight of an anvil. She closed her eyes once more trying to slow the speed of her thoughts. It took what seemed like minutes for her to regain some kind of footing in this current time. The mortal body wasn’t meant to handle time travel by itself. When she finally gained some form of grasp on reality, she was overcome with feelings of dread and despair.

  Her eyes remained closed and her limbs held still, quietly hoping for this feeling to go away. The last thing she could remember was the sight of the empty house she’d come home to. While she was laying in the hers and Brent’s bed, the sheets were still made. She let out a deep sigh as the feelings of heaviness began to lift from her chest. She knew she had to get up, but the reality of things made it more difficult to do. She planted her feet and managed to get to her feet, but she didn’t get very far before she stumbled over and caught herself on the dresser. She pried open the door and managed to get a few more steps in before stumbling out into the recliner that sat in front of the tv. She pulled herself up into the chair and curled up in a ball, burying her face in the arm rest. Her emotions boiled to the surface and a single tear trickled down her cheek.

  As hard as she tried, she couldn’t call to mind the previous night in the hospital, just a scene that was becoming more and more blurry by the second. The ringing of her phone stirred Katie from her thoughts. “Hello?” She asked, trying to choke back more tears.

  “Katie Benson?” The voice on the other side of the call was familiar. It sounded like Nat's voice. “I’m calling from Dr. Love’s office. He wants you to come in as soon as you’re available.”

  “Why are you calling?” Katie replied in a grudging tone. “You’re the last person I want to hear from.” Before she had finished her statement, the call had ended. Her frustration culminated into a loud scream that echoed through the empty house. More tears trickled down her cheek as she sobbed into the chair. Why hadn’t Brent been there to talk, when she got home. And why hadn’t he come home. She began to fear the worst as she thought about it. Still she had to get up. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. Her leg slipped off the couch inch by inch. Her make up was smear. Her scrubs were spotted with tear stains.

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  Katie slowly planted her feet on the floor and managed to pull herself up, but only to fall back against the recliner. She waited a few minutes then got herself up and walked back into the room, pulling out her drawers and picking out her clothes for the trip to the hospital. The more she thought about the hospital the more she dread it. She dreaded going into her own workplace and seeing what seemed likely to be Nat, the woman that had driven a wedge between her and her fiancé.

  Katie locked the car door behind her after she pulled into the hospital Parking lot. As soon as she walked through the automated doors, the first thing she heard was the clicking of heels against the ceramic tiles of the hospital floor. At the time she only knew one nurse that insisted on wearing heels to work every day. She looked around the front entrance carefully looking for the sight of her friend.

  She found the blond with her hair in braids, sitting quietly in the waiting area for the hospital’s attending plastic surgeon. She slowed her movements to a sneak and got behind her friend. As she drew closer she lunged forward and hugged Danielle from behind. “You don’t know how happy I am to see you and your original sized boobs.”

  “What?” Dani asked with a puzzled look. “What do you mean my original sized boobs? This is the first time I've seen this doctor. When have they ever been bigger?”

  “I can’t remember.” Katie replied awkwardly, searching her mind for the image to back up what she had just said. “I’m sorry I don’t even know where that came from.”

  “Really now?” Dani replied, raising her brow, but choosing to shrug off her friend’s comment. “What are you doing here anyways? Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for the rehearsal dinner?”

  “I’m here for an appointment.” Katie replied while straightening her posture. “I’m here to see Dr. Love.”

  “Dr. Love?” Dani responded with a puzzled look on her face. “I’ve been all over this hospital and I’ve yet to see that name. It sounds like a bad pick up line some guy used on me at the bar once.”

  “Tell me. . “Katie replied with a short laughing fit that she tried to suppress. “How did that line work on you?” Continued Katie who was struggling to keep a straight face.

  “He didn’t call me back.” she said, taking a deep breath and ripping her gaze away from her friend. “He was a squad captain for the police department. . He owned his own house.”

  “Danielle?” a voice echoed from across the floor. Dani rose to her feet and walked off toward the nurse. “I understand you’re here for a consultation? Dr. Simmons will be here shortly.”

  Katie waved to her friend and turned around to make her way back to the elevators. She reached out to push the button to call the elevator, but someone else had beat her to it. She followed the pointed finger immediately recognizing the face attached to it. Brent was standing next to the elevator as well. The feelings began to rush back to her along with the angry thoughts.