[MJ Fanfiction] Collide

CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE - DR. BRIT

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I rested my head on the steering wheel and stayed there for a couple of minutes as I had just parked my car in the driveway in front of the loft. My exhaustion had reached its top at that point. Yet again, I spent the last days doing one night shift after another with a couple of hours of sleep in between each. It had been a rough few days at the hospital, filled with many consults and emergencies here and there. I was more than ready to come back home after a night shift I thought would never end.

I just needed to find the strength to hop out of my car, and drag myself to bed.

As I felt I could have slept there if I stayed, I gathered the strength I had left in me and stepped out, feeling like a walking zombie. When I closed my door, a car appeared in my driveway which startled me a bit because it was driving fast. Soon enough, a frown appeared on my face when I realized that Marlon was the one who was behind the wheel.

"Brit, thank God you're here!" he exclaimed, he was very panicked, and I started to feel scared as well. "I—I need you!"

"Marlon, what's going on?" I asked, as I made my way up to him. He didn't answer, but instead he took his son, Junior, from the back seat. He had blood on his forehead and a bandage around his left hand. "Oh my God, what happened?"

"H—he was getting prepared for school and he wanted to go on the swing while I was getting breakfast ready, and I told him he could go and he fell from it, a—and now I feel guilty and I—I didn't want to take the risk to take him to the hospital so I—"

"Marlon, calm down, he's gonna be okay, I'm here," I reassured him, as he took his crying son in his arms. "Come on, come inside."

I barged into the loft closely followed by Marlon. Alice, who was peacefully having a cup of coffee in the living room, put a hand over her chest as I ran towards the bathroom to get the first aid kit from it.

"W—What's going on?" I heard her ask Marlon, and he explained her what happened. "I—Is there something I can do to help?"

"Bring me some ice please, he's probably going to need stitches," I asked my best friend as I came back with the first aid kit. After I washed my hands, I put some gloves on, and asked Marlon to put his son on the couch.