**A/N: It has been years since I actually found the motivation to pick up writing again. I don't know if this fic would be a good read or not, but here goes nothing. And sorry, I have a habit of writing ANGST and BE..so uh..have fun!**

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You weren't exactly the nicest human being on Earth, despite being a surgeon. It's probably the job, long hours stuck in a hospital, night shifts and cranky patients that tampered with your mood. Being the most skilled surgeon in the country, you definitely were robbed of freedom. It was always:

"Dr, you're on duty"
"Dr, keep an eye out for your pager"
"Dr, can you take up a few shifts this week?"

Bla bla bla. It goes on and on, days by days, years by years, and sometimes you question yourself.

"Why the fuck did I choose this job?"

The repetition, the stress and anxiety are often messing with your head. You barely sleep at night, always on edge, waiting for the stupid pager to beep and then off you go, to the hospital. Working your ass off 24/7, you managed to buy yourself a small apartment you call home, and a shit excuse for a car, but still haven't so much as paid off half of your student debt that you took out for the medicine degree a couple of years back. Yeah, great isn't it?

"Dr, Dr?"

You snapped up, eyes confused. Huh? What? Oh yes right, you're on shift at the moment. Sat in front of you are a large pile of reports from the last surgery you just operated. Poor bastard, cracked his skull open trying to show off his skating skills to his new girlfriend. You didn't ask exams how that happened because frankly, you didn't care. It's a bad habit, you know. Not something a doctor, let alone a surgeon would often feel about their patients. Your colleagues, oh ever the brightest angels, are often concerned for their patients. They ask questions, like "what happened?" "How did you get in this situation..?" Bla bla bla, all the professional procedures.

But you don't. In fact, that's why you have an assistant, who ask those informations on your behalf. The hospital director often nags at you for that, but what can he do? Fire you? Nah, they'd be too fucked up if they did. You're the best one they have, remember?

And that bought your attention back to your assistant, the blonde young man currently trying to get your attention

"Dr, you're zoning out" he pointed out, somewhat concerned

"No shits Sherlock" You replied dryly. He didn't like that attitude, not one bit. You knew that, and frankly, you don't give two flying fuck if he loathes you. Bless him for signing up to be your assistant though, with the workload and a cranky surgeon? Yeah, that kid needs therapy. Most of your previous assistants flee within a couple of days dealing with you. But not him. He's a tough nut, you'll give him that.

"Dr, can you focus on the report just once?" He nagged.

"Braum, shut your gob for one second. I'm thinking"

"You're always thinking!" He snapped back

"Yes, that's what's brains are for. I'm sorry you don't have one to be doing the basic task of thinking and zoning out"

That shut him up. Good, at least the kid knows when you're moody. You look down at the pile of reports in front of you, and then back up at Braum, sighning to yourself.

"Oi brat" You called out, and Braum jumped.

"What is it?"

"Grab me a coffee will ya? I'm close to loosing my shits"

He scrambled. Good. You are well known in this hospital to be the bitchiest bitch when you haven't had your fill of caffeine, especially on a long night shift like this. It wasn't until Braum returned and handed you an iced coffee (yes, iced, not steaming hot. Your poor stomach can't handle hot drinks, it makes you poop) that you let out a tiniest smirk. Braum's jaw dropped.

"What? Never seen a hot chick smile before" You asked bluntly and he blushed. Despite your attitude, you are definitely a sight for sore eyes. Big round eyes, long lashes that curled just right even without mascara. Rosy cheeks and plump pink lips that are a bit too kissable. And don't even let the male doctors get started on your physique, because damn.

You take a long sip of coffee. Much better. Glancing at the clock, 2am. You aren't going to be done until five more hours, and that sucks. You've decided to ditch your reports, you'll fill them on your night shift tomorrow. Not this one.

Braum glanced at you from the corner of his eyes and fled the room, probably to go find the nurses hanging around at the reception desk. At least they're nicer and actually smile. You didn't care, you let him go on his own stupid little adventure.

Pray to God no patient would be admitted in tonight. You've dealt with enough.

A crackling sound was suddenly heard, coming from all around the room. You set your coffee down onto the table, ears perked up. It couldn't be electricity playing up, could it? Imagine dying from electrocution, you'll make the city's headline tomorrow morning. You checked the cables of the computers in your office, nothing. Not even the socket are playing up.

Huh? Are you imagining it?

The crackling happened again.

No, definitely not. You're not insane. Maybe..just a little mentally unstable.

You couldn't identify the source of the strange sound though, despite almost turning the office upside down to look for it.

"Goddamn stupid noise"

You muttered, still haven't found the source, so you decided to sit back down and ignore it. You're good at ignoring strange things happening around you anyway.

It wasn't until you felt the ground shake that you realised something was definitely wrong. You looked down onto the floor, and..

What the fuck?

There was a crack in the wood. Has it always been there? You don't often look at the ground, because that would just be blatantly stupid. However, the more you stare at the crack, the less natural it felt.

It was just a natural jagged line, cutting across the brown wood, but the crack was dark. Too dark. Not the brown black of broken fixtures, no. That would be normal. But more like a depth. The edges were split and splintered, but nothing were caught in it. No dust, no webs. Just a crack that seems to be growing larger and larger.

"I've gone fucking insane"

You muttered to yourself, grabbing your cup and chugging your coffee violently. Once it's all finished, you toss the plastic cup into the bin, but couldn't help yourself, your eyes keeps darting towards the crack on the floor, as if it held some answer you didn't know.

Should I prod it?

Yes.

What a stupid thing to do, being a rational adult an all, you knelt onto one knee and prod the crack.

Silence

Nothing happened.

You prod again. And again. And again.

Still, nothing happened.

By this point, you've convinced yourself that it's just a normal crack, and you're hallucinating. The stress. Of course it's stress messing with your brain.

The crackling noise didn't stop. Instead, it grew louder and louder.

"What the-"

You never finished the sentence. The split in the wood gave a soft sigh, the line thinned. And then it stretched.

Splinters bent the wrong ways, the crack increased in size, breaking apart. Your heart dropped as you looked into the forming hole, expecting to see the patients from lower grounds through the hole. It's probably the poor construction of this hospital right? They must've made a mistake somewhere when building the structure, or that's what you told yourself. This hospital is under funded after all. 

Wrong. 

It was not what you expected to see, inside the forming hole, there was nothing but a vast endless area of black. A black hole to be precise. 

"Holy shit" 

You muttered, backing away from the crack..or the hole at this point, since it has reached a size that a human being could easily fall through. You laughed, unsure of what the heck is happening. There's no way in hell are you stepping anywhere close to that hole, but the hole kept expanding, zooming towards you as if drawn by magnets. Your stomach suddenly dropped. You don't have a good feeling about this. 

"Oh no no. Get away, what in the-" 

The floor disappeared under your weight, and your stomach dropped. Your fingers shot out to try and grab onto your desk, dear God, anything to stop you from falling into this..whatever this is. Your fingers grazed the desk, hooked onto your bag filled with medical supplies that you totally hogged to yourself in case of emergencies (don't tell the hospital director that!), and pulled it with you.

"No..no!" 

The black hole swallowed your arm, your shoulders, your legs, and you. It felt as if your body was being consumed, pulled by some entity unknown to mankind. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, your organs felt like they were getting squashed with every inch of the darkness wrapping around you. The sound of the hospital, the monitors and your computers running your goddamn files disappeared. The room, then the hum of electricity was cut out mid-beat, as if someone just suddenly hit that mute button on your existence. No more light, no more familiar office. You tried to grasp again, but your hand reached nothing, just the vast black space in front of you. You decided to clutch your bag tightly, at least that's something that brings you a peace of mind as you continue to spiral. The stench of antiseptic and medication of the hospital has all vanished. 

You tumbled in the vast space without motion, stomach lurching, yet your body stayed strangely still. You look down, bad mistake. Below were endless, just black. Okay, can someone get me outta here?

For just a brief moment, panic surges through you as a sickening thought erupted in your mind: have you just been erased from existence? You're a moody bitch, but you're not a bad person, sure enough. At least, not to the point that the entire universe just decided to get rid of you by chucking you into a black hole. Right? 

As abruptly as it began, the black hole disappeared. You felt wind, cold and vicious tear at your clothes, dragging tears from the corner of your eyes, whipping at your face. And then you realised: fuck, you're falling! The shapes blur into existence as you fall. The air smells wrong, it's not the stench of gasoline and industrial factories like what you're used to whilst walking around the city, nor was it the sterile smell of your hospital. It smells of wood, smoke, sweat, metal and blood. You landed with a loud thud onto what seems like grass. At least you haven't broken any bones, just sore on your butt.

"Ouch! What the fuck universe? You trying to play dirty?" You squint your eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight after being trapped in endless darkness for god knows how long. Where is this place? 

You look around you, not recognising this strange place one bit. A tall wall towering over you, must be at least 50 meters tall in height. Gosh, you've never seen such a tall wall before. Pretty impressive to be honest. 

"Oof, the architects here must be geniuses, to be able to construct that" You mumbled to yourself, standing up and wiping dirt from your butt. Diverting your eyes from the wall, you look around you. Vast fields and scattered trees, torn up by destruction, as if something enormous scraped by. You raise an eyebrow, impressed. Is this some kind of decorating style? 

You weren't stupid. Of course you're not, you're a surgeon. You need to have brains for that kind of shit, so you quickly came to a conclusion that you've fallen through another dimension, as bizarre as it sounds. It's the only logical explanation (kind of, who would've thought you'd be the one falling through dimensions?). 

"Huh. Interesting" You mumbled dryly to yourself, crossing your arms. You don't know what is in this world, or why you've fallen through to it, but you have to find a way back. You didn't spend your whole life studying medicine and becoming a surgeon, buying a house and a car to end up empty-handed in another dimension. Whatever fate has done to you, fuck it. 

"Oi. You there!" A voice called out behind you, tone flat with barely any emotion. There's a faint roughness to it, as if the owner of that voice has been through too much. You whip your head around so fast that you're surprised you haven't sprained your spine. 

Holy shit. 

A man. Short, clean and absolutely handsome. Your breath hitched. Sure, you've seen your fair share of handsome men, but there's something in this man that just takes your breath away. He looks clean and composed, hair straight, short black and kept in a neat undercut. His eyes, god his eyes, were sharp and cold grey, like steel, but also like the miserable sky of the city you love and hate at the same time. His face, as if carved by the gods itself, made your knees weak. Damn it, get a grip will you? 

Defined jawline, thin lips that doesn't curve into anything resembling even a smirk. But it was his attire that caught your eyes, harnesses strapped over his torso and legs, short brown jacket and a green cape with a weird emblem on it, looking strangely like a pair of crossed wings. He's carying what looks like a pair of swords. 

"Who are you?" The short man spoke up again, eyeing you warily. He looks on guarded, fingers tightening around his blades, ready to strike if you so much as to breathe out the wrong answer. You huffed, narrowing your eyes. You didn't like his attitude one bit. It's obvious that you're not a threat, or so you tell yourself. 

"Who the fuck are you? And where is this place?"

**A/N: First chapter done. Sorry if my writing sucks, haven't so much as written one story in the past 6-7 years :)**