“W-what…?”
“Stop.Seriously.Stop apologising for what you do.”
“I don’t… I am…”
“Don’t say you’re sorry again, or I swear I’ll tackle you, okay?”
I nod like an idiot.
“How are you?”he then asks.
“Oh, I…”
“The woman on the phone told me there had been an accident and that you… well, you…” He sighs, then looks at me again.“How are you?”he asks once more.
“Did you come here to check on me?”
“Yes,” he replies simply.
I feel awful.I just lost two patients, and all I want to do is scream or punch the wall.I feel crushed, hopeless, resentful, and completely alone.
But you’re here.You came anyway.You look at me like you’ve been worried, like I’m someone worth waiting for.And you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in years.
And you’re the Captain, and I’m Doctor Loser.
And still, you’re here.
For me.
And I think I’m falling for you.
Chapter17
Jamie
The hospital called, but I barely understood what they said.There was a car accident, and Dr Kane was in the ED, so our meeting was pushed back.
I’m not sure why I even showed up or why I waited two hours for him.But seeing him now, looking so tired and vulnerable, makes me feel like I’ve finally done something good for the first time in years.
He starts making his usual excuses right away.I don’t even know what he’s apologising for.I don’t need to hear it.
“How are you?”I ask again because that’s the only thing I truly want to know right now.
The Doctor looks at me, surprised.He clearly didn’t expect to see me or to hear that question.I get the feeling no one has asked him that in a long time, maybe ever.
He stands still in the corridor, facing me, while people move around him.He’s wearing green scrubs from the ED, and he looks good in them.I think he was meant to be a doctor, and I really like that.I’m not sure if it’s normal, but knowing he’s a doctor gives me a feeling I can’t explain.It feels like pride, but I don’t know if I should feel that way.
He looks paler than he did last time.I doubt the Doctor spends much time outside.I picture him lying on the grass in the sun with his head on my legs, or maybe walking barefoot by the sea, the wind in his hair and the sun on his face.
His eyes show he hasn’t slept in hours.He looks exhausted, almost ready to collapse.I just want to take him home, let him rest, lie beside him, watch him fall into a deep sleep, and make sure he’s okay.
“Did you come here to check on me?”
“Yes.”
Why lie?There’s no reason.He deserves to know someone cares about him and how he’s feeling.
He should know he’s not alone.
