If you were to look down Chester Street on a normal Monday morning, you probally wouldn't see much that was disfunctional. Mums grabbing their childrens sweaty palms, being dragged to school, or maybe, the buisiness man running late, running down the street in his armani suit and tie.

It only took one small incident to turn the street, and everybody's day, upside down. This could of happened at anytime, anyplace, right now.

A man was lying on the street, completely concious, but groaning in pain. He had an almighty gash on his shoulder blade, and his ankle looked somewhat contorted, and bleeding. Every civillian paused, circling around him, crowding him like a predator and prey.

From down the street, a girl had turned the corner. She instantly recognised the crowd of people, and began running over, clopping in her black boots. Carefully, she pushed her way through the fit crowd, repeating the same few lines.

"Move please, I'm a doctor."

She carefully knelt down towards the wounded, pulling off her black trench coat, and untangling her brown backpack, rooting around in it for her eye torch. Her hand soon clasped around the cold item, pulling it out of the bag, and flickering it over the mans eyes.

"Hello sir. Whats your name?" She askes, leaning over to check the left eye.

"Chester." He replies, begining to feel lightheaded, probally due to loss of blood. He watches, as the Doctor takes off her scarf, tieing it around his angle to stop the blood flow. It does work, and soon after, an ambulance appears, coming to a grinding halt.

Out of the back of the bright yellow vecachle, jump two paramedics. One, short, blonde female and the other, tall man. Bald. They both run over to the patient, crouching down beside him, asking the same questions as before.

As soon as they have a strecher, and all vital infomation needed, they begin to carry him back into the Ambulance. The man turns to the girl from earlier, asking her questions.

"Are you related to him? His daughter?" He asks. She shakes her head, picking up her backpack.

"I'm a doctor. I was on my way to Holby, and I saw him." She replied. The man raises his eyebrows, before rubbing a hand acros the back of his head.

"Well, we're on route to there now, so, we can get you there, as long as you can help us." He replies. The girl nods, before jumping onto the Ambulance, slamming the doors shut.

Inside the Ambulance, is a completely different motion. Chester is hooked up to a ventalator, whilst the blonde lady is rapidly driving, cautiously flicking her eyes between the patient and the road, diverting to the shortest and quickest route possible.

In the back, the man and girl from the scene are constantly watching over Chester, in case of any sudden reactions. The paramedic looks towards the girl, taking in notice her appearence of dark eyes and ombre hair.

"You haven't worked at Holby for long. I'd recognise you." He says, making the girl look up towards him.

"I start today. Got transferred over the weekend." She replies, he nods, continuing the conversation.

"Whats your name then?" He asks.

"Eliza. Eliza Walker. Or Elsie. Or Libby." She continues. Walker. Where had he heard that name before?

"Well, I'm Jeff. That's Dixie, and you'll probally be seeing a bit of us." He says, making the girl roll her eyes.

The journey was soon over, and all three of the well beings hastily got out of the ambulance. Eliza stood patiently behind the paramedics, as they lead the patient through the glass doors, automatically being taken away by a doctor.

Silently, the girl used her hand to push open the glass door, from where it had shut, and slowly made her way in. She looked around for a moment, before hearing a voice behind her that made her jump out of her skin.

"Can I help you?" It asked. She turned around quickly, to see a man. He wore a receptionist shirt, and had dreadlocks piled on his head.

"Um, yes. I'm meant to be starting work today. I'm-"

"Ahh! Miss Walker! Yes, your brother has told us multiple things about you." He said. A look of shock trailed across her face. "No, all good." He continued. "I'm Noel."

"Elsie." She said, holding out her hand, as he gently shook it. After that small introduction, another doctor walked past. This one, was dressed in a grey scrub, black skinny jeans and boots. The receptionist pulled him back by grabbing his wrist, causing him to lose slight balance.

"Cal! Cal!" He repeated, before he had the full attention of the registrar. He turns round, rapidly taking notice of the girl. He nodded, his eyes flicking from Noel to her.

"This is Elsie, new doctor. Can you show her to to the Staffroom?" He asks. Caleb takes a final glance at her, before he responds.

"Yep. Course." He replies, putting a hand on Elsie's shoulder and leading her towards the main area of the ED. It dosen't take long before she was getting several looks, and the famous 'Caleb Knight' conversation begins.

"So, your staying for a while?" He asks. Eliza looks over to the registrar, taking in his attractive and boyish appearance.

"Yeah, got transferred from a different hospital. Should be here for a while." She responds, before the girl is lead into the Staffroom. Cal gives a look around, noticing no staff is present. He looks over to the neat pile left on the table. The pile consisted of a pair of light blue Scrubs, identical colour to Ethan's, a stephiscope, and a name tag, reading:

Dr Eliza Walker, Senior Registrar.

Caleb gave a look of confusion. Max Walker. No, it would just be a coincidence, right? He then heard a light cough from behind him, causing him to spin around and see the Doctor, waiting to take the clothing and get changed.

"Right." Cal sighs. "You can get changed through there, and then, i'll see you in the ED." With that, he leaves the staffroom, letting Elsie get changed.

Ethan Hardy wasn't having a good day. He had dealt with three extremely rude patients, a mother which would not leave her child alone for the matter of a minute. Sighing, the Doctor walked over to the left side of the ED, drawing back one of the curtains, to reveal one of the grumpier patients.

"Okay, Mrs Smithley-" He started, but was soon interupted.

"Did I say you could talk?" She withered, before spitting at the Doctor. Instead of shouting, he closed his eyes, and drew back the curtain, making his way out of the cubicle.

That boy wanted to scream, swear, shout, harrass until the moon turned blue. Instead, he took a long breath, fumbling around in his pocket for a tissue. Instead, one was being held right in front of him, by A girl.

"Thank you." He said, taking the tissue, before realising he had never seen this face in his life. He took in her face to start with. The dark eyes, and tiny nose. Her long hair, going from dark brown to light brown, was tied up in a high ponytail, and she wore the same scrubs as he did. She was slightly shorter than him, making him feel somewhat tall for once.

Ethan felt a somewhat attraction towards the girl. She nodded at the doctor, before he began to talk.

"I'm sorry, I don't think i've seen you before." He said, using the tissue to wipe of the spit of the monotone patient.

"That's because i've just got here. And the first thing I discovered was that spitting patient." She says, a hint of annoyance and comedy in her voice. He looked over to her, catching her eye contact.

"Eliza Walker." She said. "Or Elsie, Libby, whatever." She said, before turning to walk off.

"Elsie-" Ethan said, causing the girl to turn around, she nodded, before taking a step closer.

"I..erm...thanks for the tissue." He said, before mentally slapping himself. Why did Cal have to inherit the chatting up and the charm?

"No problem." She said, turning back round and making her way towards another cubicle. Ethan sighed, before getting ready to turn around the corner of the curtain, splitting him from the spitting patient.

It would be a long day, but at least he had someone to think about.

AN - First Chapter. Kinda Bad, I know, but, hey, first time fanfiction. Please comment and all of that lovely stuff Xxx