Ethan Shaw

My injuries were minor, nothing more than a few cuts and bruises, but the prospect of spending the next few hours in the company of doctors and nurses was less than appealing. As I entered the crowded ER, my eyes scanned the room, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of scrubs and white coats. And then I saw her—a vision in blue, with eyes that held a hint of mischief and a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. "Looks like I've stumbled into the lion's den," I remarked