He’s my brother’s best friend and my first. I’m a casualty in his long line of broken hearts.

Ten years later he’s the head doctor in my first year residency program.

I thought I was cured but when I saw him everything came rushing back.

He growled in my ear that he would make sure I never forgot who claimed me.

He’s making my life miserable now but claims he’s only doing his job.

I worked so hard to get here and I won’t let the beginning of my career go into cardiac arrest.

I end up back in bed with him but this time there is no cure for me. I’m pregnant.

Will he abandon me again and can my heart and career survive another dose of his bad medicine?