Wade exited the subway station and looked up. He had never seen so many tall buildings in his life. Not that that meant anything seeing as he had never gone further than New Orleans but this was unreal. He was shoved by someone and his duffle bag fell to the ground.

"Move!" the stranger yelled and Wade bent down to pick up his bag only to be shoved again by someone else. He stumbled but caught himself from falling. He picked up his bag and shrugged it onto his shoulder and looked down at the crumpled paper he was holding. He had no idea which direction to go now. He had already got onto the wrong train twice and now he had to try navigating through thousands of people.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" he said, approaching a young woman a few years older than him, "I was wonderin' if you could tell me how to get to this address?" he asked, holding out the piece of paper. The woman looked him up and down and walked away.

He frowned but decided it wasn't worth asking anyone else. He started off in one direction, hoping to find the address he'd been given. George had said he had to turn left when he left the subway but when he got off the train, there were four exits and it confused him even more. He kept getting bumped into and people were cursing at him for walking too slowly. While he was walking he looked up at all the skyscrapers and it was making him feel dizzy. He heard tires squealing and then everything went black.

"31 year old male, broken femur. Surgery is depending on when the patient is stable," a voice said. Wade's eyes were closed.

"Why are we not operating immediately?" another voice asked.

"Because the bone did…" the first voice started.

"The bone did not break the skin so we will wait for the patient to be stable until we operate as there is no dire need at this moment," another voice interrupted.

"Very good Doctor Hart. What treatment do we proceed with in the mean time?" the second voice asked.

"We have placed his leg in skeletal traction which will keep his bones aligned until the surgery."

"Good. You will be the resident on this case, Dr Hart."

After a while, he opened his eyes and saw a petite brunette girl wearing a white lab coat at the foot of his bed looking at his chart.

"You the nurse or is this a really good dream?" he asked groggily. She looked up from the chart.

"Alright cowboy, I think you've had enough morphine."

"What happened?" he asked, rubbing his eyes, trying to adjust to the bright lights.

"You broke your femur," she said.

"Yeah, I got that part earlier, heard a whole bunch of voices. But how?"

"Oh… right. You were hit by a cab."

"What? How?"

"Well, from what I heard, you just kinda walked into the street, didn't stop or anything." He felt his cheeks turn red.

"Oh… I guess I was distracted, all the buildin's and people. Not used to it. Not from around here."

"You don't say. I would never have been able to tell from the accent," she said teasingly. He smirked at her.

"But seriously, you my nurse?" She rolled her eyes.

"No, I'm your doctor. Well, I'm technically a resident so not exactly but basically."

"You're a doctor? I ain' buyin' that."

"Hey! I'll have you know, I graduated the top of my class at Johns Hopkins," she scoffed, putting her hands on her hips.

"Ok, ok I believe you. I'm Wade, by the way." He stretched out his hand.

"Dr Hart," she replied, shaking his hand gently.

"Ah come on Doc, I told you my first name!" She laughed.

"I already knew your first name, it's right here on your chart. Along with everything else about you."

"Everythin'?" he said, with a wink. She laughed again and rolled her eyes.

"See you later, Wade. If you need anything MEDICAL, just have a nurse page me." She walked out of the room.

"You seriously not gonna tell me your first name?" he called after her. She shook her head but didn't turn around.

An hour later, he was bored. He couldn't move because his leg was put up and he was pretty sure the morphine was starting to wear off. Just then Dr Hart walked into the room again.

"Back again so soon? Can' get enough of me, can ya?" he asked with a smile.

"My shift just ended, came to check in before I head home for the night."

"Oh," he said, not bothering to hide his disappointment.

"I can… uh… stay for a while if you want me to?"

"Nah, sure you're sick of this place. I've only been awake for an hour and I'm already sick of it so I can' imagine how you mus' be feelin'."

"I actually like it here. But I get why you wouldn't," she said with a laugh, pulling up a chair.

"So what brings you to New York?"

"A buddy of mine started a job as a lawyer here a couple months ago. He's been wantin' me to come visit for a while so here I am. I should probably call him, come to think of it."

"You can give his number to a nurse. They'll call for you. So you're from where again? Blue something or other?"

"Bluebell, Alabama. Probably the smallest town you'll ever come across but its home."

"Tell me more about it," she said.

"Well, there is an event for everythin', and I mean everythin'. We had an event last month just cause Burt Reynolds found a mate."

"Burt Reynolds?"

"He's the mayor's pet gator." She burst out laughing. "We don' celebrate Thanksgivin' in the usual way, we have a fish fry and everyone dresses as pirates. We call it Planksgivin'. Everyone knows everyone and the gossip travels faster than one of them fancy fast planes. We have one road comin' into town and one police officer cause there ain' ever any crime. We sometimes get heat waves that turn the whole town into a bunch of lunatics and on the rare occasion of snow, the same thin' happens."

"Wow, that sounds so cute!"

"Yeah, it's definitely somethin' else," he said with a smile. He shifted slightly and moaned softly in pain.

"Is the morphine wearing off?" she asked, standing up quickly.

"Yeah, I think so." She scribbled in his chart and injected something into his IV.

"That should kick in in a few minutes," she said sitting back down.

"So how long am I gonna be stuck like this, Doc?" he asked, gesturing to his leg.

"Uh… well a broken femur can take anywhere between 4 to 6 months to heal. And that's after the surgery which you'll probably be having in a few days."

"MONTHS? Are you kiddin'?" She shook her head. He threw his head back onto the pillow and sighed.

"It's a very serious break. I'm sorry."

"So I'm gonna be here for almost half a year?" he gulped.

"No, you'll leave the hospital in a few weeks, depending on how well the surgery and your physical therapy goes." He laughed bitterly and rubbed his mouth.

"This sucks!"

"Yeah, it does," she said sympathetically. "I'll be your doctor though so I'll try my best to make your stay here pleasant."

"You make it sound like I'm goin' on a cruise," he said laughing.

"Dr Zoe Hart, Cruise Director. Nice ring to it, I think," she giggled.

"So your first name is Zoe, huh?" She nodded.

"Can I call you that? Or do I have to call you Dr Hart?" he asked shyly.

"Um… when my attendant or any other doctor is around, its Dr Hart but when I'm here, just me, you can call me Zoe." She smiled at him and he returned it with a wide grin.

"You gonna be spendin' a lot of time with me alone then?" he winked.

"Uh… no, you know… just medical stuff, checking on my patient, doing my job," she said, fiddling with her hands.

"Oh… ok well then when are you working again?"

"Tomorrow morning." He smiled widely but tried to contain it before she noticed. He saw her cheeks flush slightly, indicating she had seen him smile a bit too broadly.

"Ok, well I'll keep that in mind," he said, coolly.

"I better get going, I'm sure your morphine is kicking in and you should get some rest." He nodded and smiled at her.

"Night Zoe. Thanks for keeping me company, even if it is your job and all."

"Night Wade. Remember, if there is anything you need, page a nurse and she'll help you out. Sleep well," she said, getting up and leaving the room, glancing back at him once more. He was watching her leave. He gave her a small smile and when she was out of view, lay back and drifted off to sleep.

Author's note: This is my new story, the other one Boy Next Door will still continue with regular updates. Please review and let me know if you like it, if I should continue etc etc. I am not a doctor so a lot of this stuff is based on my skills as a googler and it's fan fiction so it's not going to be super realistic with time wise and shifts and stuff. Don't hate my for it, I'll try my best.

Thanks to Jessers113 for all her input!