I got the hype of writing so here it is! This was requested by calm_katrin_ As always... thanks for reading.

"Llenas de color mi vida,
alumbras mi despertar,
te quiero más cada día
y no te pienso olvidar."
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"You fill with color my life.
You lighten up my wakening
I love you more every day
And I don't plan to forget you."
-Anon

Stephen leaned back on his seat, stretching his arms out as he let out a relaxed yawn. His break was almost over, but it surely felt the longest and most relaxing of all for some reason. His shift was almost over, and he was glad that he could go home after a long eighteen hour shift.

He would go home, have some dinner and maybe he would watch TV for the first time in a long time. Being a doctor surely had taken toll on his personal life, but he didn't mind. After all, he was one of the best neurosurgeons known worldwide.

He couldn't have a better life. He had a good job, he saved people day and went home with the reward of big cash and his luxury appartment. He felt as though he didn't need anything more in his life, though he appreciated a compliment and an award every now and then. Constant recognition wasn't really bad right?

The arrogant neurosurgeon with the biggest ego ever known was living his life fully, not knowing it would soon change drastically in a way that he wouldn't be able to go back to his former life. But perhaps karma was giving him some more time to enjoy himself before everything went to hell. Karma is never wrong when they choose people to be hit full force. But they are considerate, they only do what is best to change the person.

But maybe karma would hit him in the gut with a knockout punch sooner than he expected.

Stephen filled out his daily report, scribbling down his signature as he handed the clipboard to the lady at the front desk whom he never bothered to get her name in all his years as a doctor. Not that it mattered much anyways, why would he need to remember the name of someone he wouldn't be spending time soon?

He made his way down the hall, carrying his lab coat in hand as he headed to the exit so he could finally go home. He smiled widely, seeing the exit door coming closer and closer with each step he took.

That's it, he would finally be able to go home without being called for another unexpected patient that coincidently needed his help. He could leave the hospital supposedly at the hour his shift ended, and he hoped he would. But maybe he danced in victory too soon.

He realized this as closed his eyes disappointment at his name being called from behind him, followed by one of his coworkers almost crashing on him as he halted to a stop and regained his breath. "Doctor Doctor, we need your assistance. A patient just came in." He explained quickly, tapping hurriedly in his tablet so he could show him the recent reports that came in.

"Hell just tell me what's the case!" Stephen rolled his eyes at his coworker's nervousness, not intending to sound harsh. But how wouldn't he be? His perfect night to end the perfect day was about to be ruined by a patient. He understood really well that they needed to be saved, but couldn't they have an accident a bit earlier? When he was on his shift still?

He threw on his lab coat angrily as he made his way back to his post, getting ready to receive the patient that would ruin his night. "U-Uh yes doctor. Female of age 24. Car accident level ten. It has been reported she has eight broken bones, varying from ribs, arms and legs. The car was completely demolished. She has heavy traumatic penetration throughout her body. We need to act quick as she has-"

"Yes yes, internal bleeding. I see. Quicken up your pace and get the surgery ready, I'll be there with the patient." Stephen spoke up with authority, not wasting time as he ran down the hall and back at the entrance, seeing the ambulance just arriving. Nurses were already outside, opening the doors as the paramedics lowered the gurney slowly.

Stephen stood with his arms crossed, watching as they rolled it in. He started walking besides it, everyone rushing for the room where the surgery would be done. As they ran as fast as they could, Stephen looked down to see who was the patient. He couldn't see much of how you looked, seeing you were all battered and bruised, blood covering your face due to the scratches from the impact.

He found himself staring at you for a moment, his eyes fixed on you as he walked before he looked away. He didn't think of it much, but he wondered why he was just so interested in you. You were a patient in need of help, like how he sees everyday. There was just something about you that made him stop and see.

He got rid of those thoughts as they arrived. He pushed the doors open, holding them and letting the nurses roll you in and ready you for surgery. Stephen wasted no time, letting go of the doors as he washed his hands, a nurse helping him wih his gloves. As he walked out, he didn't ask for music like usual, his mind being too busy with other things to even think of music. Your life was at risk and he had to start if he wanted to save you.

The surgery wasn't easy, the accident had left you in a pretty bad state and everything was practically a bloody mess. Stephen had to check over different areas at the same time. He had to make sure you wouldn't bleed to death through your wounds, but he had to tend to the internal bleeding.

It was a complicated process, and Stephen found himself with furrowed eyebrows, his expression fixed in concentration as he extracted yet another shard of glass from your abdomen. He immediately grabbed a scalpel, making the opening bigger as another shard was right below the one he removed.

You went through the red zone several times, which meant you were dead for several minutes, thankfully brought back to life by none other than him. He worked with accuracy despite being faced to the possibility of you dying once again. It took hours, sweat, tension and concentration, but he eventually managed things and achieved to stop the internal bleeding.

Everyone in the room let out a silent sigh of relief as your heart rate went back to a normal pace. A nurse wipe off the sweat dripping down his forehead, standing besides him in case there was something quick to do. Stephen stitched up the rest of the open wounds lingering across your abdomen, leaving your arms and legs for the end since he still needed to work with your broken limbs.

The room was filled with a tense silence, the only sound coming from the beeping monitor of your heartbeat. As soon as he finished the last stitch, he took a moment to check that everyone was correctly fixed before he looked up and gave a nod to everyone.

His gaze travelled back to you, setting his eyes on your now clean face. A nurse was standing besides the table, holding an oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. He found himself wondering who were you, what had happened you and what kind of life you had. He wasn't sure why, but he felt the need to know you for some reason.

Why would he be thinking that if he never thought back on any patient he has had in the past? What was different of you that made him stop and wonder things about you? And again, he didn't think much of it now that his duty was over. He was conscious that everyone in the room knew the probabilities of you pulling through and surviving were limited, though they still had hope.

You would be passed out the whole night so he was free to go, though of course a doctor was going to stay to watch over you in case something goes wrong. He removed his lab coat as he made his way through the parking lot to his car, getting in without a hesitation as he drove off to home to settle for the night.

That nagging feeling in the back of his mind didn't leave despite he was relaxed.

***

Stephen browsed through his tablet, sharing a glance with you for several seconds before he diverted his gaze from yours. He cleared his throat and spoke. "Well, everything seems well as for now ma'am." He cleared out to you, never meeting your gaze not once. He was doing his usual checkup rounds with his patients early in the morning.

You had long moved your gaze from him, fixing it on your unmovable legs as you let out a sigh. "That doesn't sound right at all. Don't lie to me doctor. How much do I have left?" You dully asked, surprise crossing his face before he recovered, taking a seat next to your bed. Again something he wouldn't do for anyone not once in his life.

"Well... I'd say about three to four months top. The shards in your abdomen permanently damaged vital organs. I tried to do what I could to give you the longest amount of time for you to live." He confessed, curiously watching as a sad smile spread acrosd your face.

He leaned a bit forward, setting his tablet on his lap as he watched you closely. "Not the reaction I expected at all" He opined quietly, his gray eyes fixed on your petite form. Even after that accident you still looked strong, even though your body was slowly shuting down.

You brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear with your free hand, letting it fall loosely besides you. Your sad smile prevailed on your face. "I am definitely not happy with it... but at least I won't be alone anymore" You hummed in response, knowing that when you passed away, the feeling of loneliness would leave you when you were to reunite with your family.

He was baffled by your response, if anything he thought you would want to live. "Alone? You do not have anyone? Not even a friend?" He questioned you, realizing that it was strange how no one had already visited or tried to contact the hospital after the accident. You shook your head, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. You hated the fact that your legs were useless, and it didn't help at the time of sleeping.

Seeing this, Stephen stood up, taking a pillow from behind you and adjudting it so you wouldn't be uncomfortable anymore. As you layed back on the now fluffy pillows, a smile spread across your lips. "Thank you doctor."

"Oh please, do call me Stephen." He replied immediately, shaking his head slightly as he just wondered why he had just done that. First he helped you to be comfortable and now he just told you to call him like only his close friend could call him. He stood up, suddenly feelind dizzy and confused as he flashed a quick smile. "Yeah... If you excuse me, I have to check on the rest of the patients." He excused himself awkwardly, exiting the room rather quickly.

He leaned on the wall, letting the door close behind him as he calmed himself down. Christine stood besides him with a knowing smirk on her face. The doctor was unware, but she clearly knew what was happening though she didn't say anything. Stephen coughed awkwardly, pulling away as he made his way through the crowds of doctors to get to his next assignment.

***
Three months had gone by and Stephen only found himself more confused than he was a week earlier. He kept on constantly visiting you, dropping by small things every now and then. He brought you a more comfortable blanket, he brought you real food so you wouldn't have to eat the trash food of the hospital cafeteria. He even got scared when he found himself standing in front of a flower shop pondering whether he should buy you roses or tulips.

What he felt was definitely not pity, he knew that too well. But he just felt the need to cheer you up every day, bring that beautiful smile of yours out. He wanted to make you happy, not allowing for you to be alone anymore. He wanted to be there for you. But he was confused about what he felt.

There were times where he felt his stomach doing nervous flips, his heartbeat picking up every time he heard your laugh. Not knowing what was happening was killing him theoretically, so he decided to ask Christine. He had been reluctant showing that he cared about you, but he needed answers to his questions pronto.

He hadn't expected Christine to laugh as soon as he asked her what was happening. She had playfully punched his shoulder and answered in a duh tone. "Seriously Strange. You are in love! You love her!" When she saw he only blinked in response, she sighed. "Just think about what you had done for her. You had made her happy, every time I visit her room for her annual checkup she has a bright smile on her face."

Both stayed silent for a moment as if thinking the same thing at the same time. "But she doesn't have much time to left." They both said in sync, Stephen's expression turning into one of despair at the thought of you dying. Even though you acted strong and vivid, your skin was paling and you had bags under your eyes.

Christine saw Stephen's expression, pulling him into a hug as she assured him. "I know you are devastated, knowing that she will be gone soon. I can see you truly love her Stephen. Think it this way, she will be able to walk again and be with her long gone family." She said sadly, trying to comfort an almost broken down Stephen. "I am glad you made her lasts weeks happy. I know that she loves you too, but I can see she is now at ease, knowing she wasn't alone."

Stephen merely nodded in response, holding back his tears with difficulty. "I know Christine... But I still wished we met in other terms."

***
Stephen woke up gloomily, a bad feeling settled at the bottom of his stomach as he knew too well that he wouldn't be seeing you anymore after his visit. He pushed himself through his daily routine, his gaze spaced off as he thought about what he would do. He gathered his things slowly, looking at the door with dread before he drove off to the hospital, parking in his usual space.

To everyone it was a normal day, but he just wished it never came. He walked slowly towards your room, his expression ghostly as he felt almost like a zombie. Unfortunately he arrived too soon, and he had to take a moment as he stood outside your door, watching as you didn't even touch your breakfast. You still wore a smile on your face, managing to look beautiful even though you were dying.

He bit his tongue as you called out to him happily, inviting him in with a wide smile on your face. He had no choice but to force a smile on his face, pushing the door open, heading to your bed and settling down next to you, his arm wrapped around your small figure. Every time you moved, smiled, talked, he felt a pang on his heart, wishing the day lasted longer.

As the clock ticked and you spent time together, he made sure you lived it fully. He could tell you were happy, and it calmed his heart knowing that you wouldn't be alone when you were to go away. He decided not to ponder on it much, not wanting his negativeness to ruin that day.

"Stephen?" His mind snapped back to reality as he looked at you, brushing some hair out of your face. "Yes love?" He asked you lovingly, his hand rubbing comforting circles on your back. "Thank you." He blinked, his eyes never leaving yours as he kissed your forehead.

"For what?" He replied, somewhat knowing what you would say. He knew this was your goodbye. "For being here with me. You have made me the happiest girl there is, and I couldn't be more happy" You spoke truthfully, tears brimming at the corner of your eyes as you nuzzled into him.

Stephen's heart shattered at the sight, shaking his head as he gently cupped your face and wiped the cascading tears with his thumbs. "Don't cry (Y/N). Please don't" He whispered, trying to hold back tears himself. He leaned his forehead on yours, trying to memorize those mesmerizing eyes of yours. You both stayed quiet, the only sound coming from the rain drizzling outside, hitting against the window with soft pit pats.

He closed his eyes without any words spoke, leaning in together with you as you connected your chapped pale lips with his soft plump ones. Your eyes closed, a gentle smile grazing your face as you got carried away in the kiss, not wanting to forget Stephen's warm embrace.

Before you were completely carried away, you left in ease at his last words to you. "I love you (Y/N). I'll always love you."