Walking in it was a typical medsug room, Bette quickly spotted her patient.  He was a 9 month old male who needed her skills.  Surrounding his bed was what she could only assume were his family, Mom and Dad and possibly another family member.  The one she noticed the most was an extremely attractive blonde. Even with her mind preoccupied with the task at hand Bette couldn’t help but notice what a knock out this woman was.  Going through the motions of introducing herself and asking if anyone had any questions, Bette kept her eyes on the parents to prevent her mind from wandering.  Bette answered the few questions they had and left the room.  It was time to get to work and she was happy to get to what she did best. 

The surgery went well, it took a little longer then normal but so far so good, the child got through surgery and now it was out of Bette’s hands.  Bette was going to stick around for 24 hours just to make sure there was not a need to go back into surgery.  James had arranged a driver for Bette to transport her back and forth from her hotel.  Bette had just entered the back of the limo and they were navigating their way out of the facility when Bette spotted a familiar person on the side of the road.  Looking out the window Bette caught the blonde from this morning’s patient’s room standing on the side of the road beside a car with the hood up.  Just as she made the connection with how she is, Bette watches her kick the front tire in frustration.  Laughing at the sight, Bette leans forward and asks the driver to go around the block so they could stop and see if they can assist. 

When the car pulled up behind the disabled car, the blonde looked to see who was getting out of the car.  Bette could tell immediately that the blonde recognized her. 

“Hey there, can we give you a hand in any way?” Bette asks.

The blonde seemed to suddenly get shy. Swaying back and forth on her feet, “Hey … no I’m fine, I mean no we will be fine.”