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CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
where the wild things are.
season four, episode twelve.

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Billie and Ian hadn't seen each other in over five weeks. Thirty-five long, endless days which they had spent utterly apart and avoiding one another's presence, since Ian knew she expected an apology and Billie knew he was planning on giving her one. However, none of them had ever been good at them.

She hadn't spent a lot of time wondering about her brother's whereabouts, considering her mind had been anchored solely to surgery, surgery and more surgery. With Bailey's son having come in a month ago due to injuries sustained after he was trapped under a bookshelf and being on Mark's service (who now, apparently, was seeming to demand much more than what he used to for no apparent reason), Billie couldn't think about anything else that didn't involve her work. Besides, having spent the past fourteen days living in the hospital due to a resident surgical contest held by Bailey, she didn't really care to.

But... there were moments.

Moments. Like a nighthawk, the thoughts struck her late at night, when she lay laboriously awake on whatever comfortable place she found around the hospital. With her palm under her head and her eyes lingering on the inconspicuous patterns that hid beyond the ceiling, even though she lazed reticent, Billie's mind would start rallying, superfluous with thoughts and blames.

Moments.

And Billie wasn't planning on giving up the word. She wasn't planning on offering an olive branch or budging in any way, because she was fed up. And even if every single part of her ached with the need to forgive, she couldn't. She wouldn't. Not now, at least.

But, there was a part of herself that felt so terribly bad for Ian.

November seventeenth had been his birthday. The day where he turned thirty-two, and also, the day he happened to hate the most. Because, like Billie, Ian had also always had a very deep connection with Ivory LeBlanc, who just so happened to love birthdays. She'd always been adamant on making a party out of her two children's most important day of the year and that had caused them both to later loathe the date, when she was no longer around to make them smile. And Billie felt terrible, because as she went about her self-deprecating ways of turning everyone down, she hadn't once stopped to remember what was going on in his head.

Now, after a month, she understood his anger. No, she didn't justify his violence or his rage in any way, but she could at least say she understood it, because it was the same thing she went through every year when her birthday arrived. And so, there still was a part of her that wanted to. A part of her that knew he was the same scared little kid he used to be, and a part of her that wanted to hug him so badly.

What she didn't know was that, perhaps, if she just stopped for a second and turned to think about everything they'd gone through, maybe the answer to all of her doubts would arrive. And it would arrive so much sooner than what she thought.

If only she knew.

☆

Speaking of which.

Billie was surprised to find Ian in the hospital. And not only because they hadn't seen each other in so long, but also because it was really early in the morning and she knew him enough to be aware that he wasn't a morning person. She frowned at the sight of him signing a chart by a nurses station, and she fiddled with the little black-wrapped gift box on her hand.

The uncertainty washed her all over. With Ian having turned thirty-two more than a month ago, she knew it was a little late for presents, and she also knew she hadn't gifted her brother with anything at any moment of her entire life. It was, perchance, the most remote and stupid idea she had had in a very long time, but the guilt gnawed her whenever she thought about the events happened five weeks ago, so she couldn't just not do anything.

So, with that thought bared in mind, Billie slyly made her way to the nurses station, Ian oblivious to her presence. Stiff body, she side-eyed him, watching his hard stare focused solely on the chart in front of him. Slowly, Billie placed the gift box on the counter and slid it towards him as if trying to go by undetected.

However, as expected, Ian raised his head once he saw the item being dragged towards him, and it confused him at first when he caught sight of none other than his sister handing him a black-wrapped box that couldn't carry anything other than a present. For a second, he believed in the possibility that this was a prank, so he waited for the cameraman to jump out of any corner.

And when that didn't happen, he was even more shocked, but Billie had already scurried away down the hallway. And he was left alone with a little black-wrapped gift box.

☆

Billie had been standing in the ambulance station for more than fifteen minutes, yellow trauma gown fastened over her regular scrubs and latex gloves on her hands. She had delegated her interns to different attendings' services because her focus, today, was on something else.

The resident contest held by Dr. Bailey had been going on for two weeks now. Two weeks in which Billie had been up almost every night fetching the best surgeries and getting to traumas before anybody else could. Her determination was the reason why she was at the top of the race.

As she thought about trivial matters that didn't really worry her, Alex, Izzie, Cristina and Meredith ran out into the ambulance station. They were all in the contest as well, so they were shocked when they saw her.

"Oh, you're here." Izzie looked her up and down condescendingly.

Billie scoffed, arms crossed over her chest and leant against the wall. "Oh, you're here."

"No, I mean, do you ever even sleep? You've been in, like, a hundred surgeries already, every night for the past two weeks."

"Eh. Sleeping is overrated anyway. Besides, if being awake every day for two weeks means I get to top all of you bitches, then it's worth it." Billie shrugged.

"Wow. No wonder you always get a hundred percent score in all of your tests. It's like Robot Cristina all over." Izzie grimaced in almost disgust, causing the brunette to smile proudly at the title.

Meredith glanced over at Alex, who held the notebook with everybody's points written down on it. "Who's winning?"

"Billie, obviously. She's almost at... a hundred and ten points? What are you, insane?" the man read off from the notebook.

"What, you're surprised?"

"Wait, let me see," Izzie talked hurriedly, almost in a rush of hyperactivity, and then climbed onto Alex's shoulder, peeking at the notebook. She gasped. "I'm twenty-six points behind? That's not possible. Count again. What about all the surgeries?"

"Only three points for watching, you gotta do."

"I do do! I can't make them let me do procedures."

Billie snorted at the blonde's mishaps just as she heard a vehicle arriving. However, instead of catching sight of the usual sirens and every-colored strobe lights of the ambulance, she saw a regular car arriving.

"Help us! Please help!"

"Help my brother!"

☆

Billie stood in an exam room crowded only by herself, her patient, his wife, George and Callie. The man on the table, Philip, definitely wasn't as bad as his brother, whose intestines had fallen right out of his stomach as they rolled him into the ER due to a bear attack (which, apparently, had been provoked by Billie's patient), but the girl wasn't mad that she was getting the boring cases. She was winning anyway.

"Is my brother gonna be okay? Please. This whole thing's my fault. I gotta know if he's okay," he asked as George stood by his side, cleaning the cut on his forehead. Billie worked on the lacerations to his cleavage and, Callie, on his broken hand.

"They're taking him to surgery right now, sir. They don't know much yet." Billie nodded. "We'll keep you informed."

"Okay, okay," Philip breathed out.

Callie, who was inspecting the bear bite on his hand, looked up. "Impressive hand, Philip. I can see right through it."

"The bear cub, she just latched on and wouldn't let go," Philip's wife, Jennifer, said shakily, readjusting the beanie on her head. "And then- And then, when Scott came over to try to help, the mother, she... Oh, God, I can't believe we got out of there alive."

"He has to be alright." Philip sobbed, tears starting to stream down his face. His wife immediately rushed to his aid. "He's gonna be alright. He has to be, right? He has to be alright."

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With her scrub cap on, the resident circulated the OR floors in order to try and find her interns, which she had earlier delegated to different attendings' services. She had spent the past few weeks doing that, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she actually missed those little kids' company.

She entered a few OR scrub rooms, but they were all empty, until she found one where Dr. Bailey had just finished performing a Whipple procedure. Knowing she had chosen Jay and Robbie to help out the third-year resident that day, she smiled in triumph and walked into the scrub room, but was surprised by what she saw.

It was fully empty, except for her two interns. Robbie was leaning against the sink with her hands clamped on either side of herself and, in front of her, Jay stood with her hands on the other girl's cheeks, kissing her deeply, yet softly. When they heard the door opening, they immediately craned up, cleared their throats and straightened their scrubs, looking at their resident, whose eyebrow was arched in surprise.

"I did not see that coming." She smiled, pleased, standing under the sill. "You guys are...?"

Robbie's eyes widened tenfold when she saw her resident gesturing between her and Jay, referencing the fact that, perhaps, they were now a couple. She immediately shook her head frantically.

"Oh, no, no, no! Not a couple, no. Of course not, we were just, uhm-" Robbie cleared her throat awkwardly. "W- We're not a couple, Dr. Black, we're not, uhm..."

"Baby, I'm gay. You can kiss whatever girl you'd like, I don't mind." Billie frowned a little at her intern's unexpected reaction, noticing how Jay shrank back on her place with blush of shame reddening her face.

"I- I know, it's just... Jay and I, we're not... it's not..." Robbie gestured widely, almost as if she was nervous to ever be found dating another woman. Billie was a little confused. "We're not a couple, okay? We're- We're just not."

"Okay..." The resident drawled, looking between the two girls, who avoided any sort of physical contact with one another. "I, uhm, I was just gonna tell you that I needed you to help Dr. Yang out on her trauma case. She has a complete evisceration that needs to head up to the OR immediately."

"Okay! Okay, okay. We'll be- I'll, I'll be there immediately, Dr. Black," Robbie blurted out nervously as Jay, who was always the more enthusiastic about surgeries, didn't say anything and just kept her head down.

Robbie looked at her for a second, then back at Billie, before she was walking past her and out of the scrub room. The resident was left alone with Jay, who looked up, embarrassed.

"Don't... say anything, okay?" she practically begged. "Please."

"It's okay, I- I won't," Billie agreed almost immediately, still puzzled. "Is everything okay?"

"Just-" Jay stumbled upon her words. "-don't talk to anyone about this, please. Will you?"

The resident was halted for a second, unsure of what had just happened, but she finally nodded, "Yes, of course. You're good."

"Okay." Jay sighed in relief. "Okay, thank you."

☆

Later that day, Billie got Philip and his wife all of the paperwork they had to sign. They were competing to see who could finish signing first, but as Philip scribbled down on the clipboard handed to him by Billie, the girl noticed how he squinted his eyes in order to see the paper better.

"You wear glasses, sir?" she asked.

"Nah," he replied. "My vision's all fine.

"Huh." Billie frowned, analyzing him curiously.

"Ha, done," he chanted once he finished, turning to his wife next to him, who also signed another set of papers. "I beat you. Busted hand and all."

"It's completely illegible," Billie clarified to the second contestant.

"He's a slob," Jennifer retaliated.

"I still beat her."

The resident smiled briefly. "Okay, Mr. Robinson. Dr. O'Malley is gonna come and take you to x-ray and I'm gonna take your wife to the waiting room until you get back."

"She said wife." Jennifer smiled. "Still not used to that."

"We're newlyweds," Philip told Billie with a trace of a grin.

"Congratulations."

"She's my rebound girl," he then said, catching the resident completely off guard, and also causing the smile on his wife's face to fade instantly.

"Uhm... he's a little hopped up on painkillers right now." She cleared her throat, then laughed awkwardly. "You're oversharing, honey."

"She thought she was my rebound girl, but I rebounded her all the way to the church. Only knew her ten days. But when you know, you know. You know?" Philip smiled, pleased at his own statement, causing just a brief linger of relief to strike Billie.

Jennifer stood up and kissed him with a playful grin. "I'm leaving you."

He looked up. "I'll miss you while you're gone."

☆

After getting help from Derek and Mark in order to check a scalp injury they'd found on Jennifer, where a whole flap of her head had been off and dangling under her beanie, Billie stood in the x-ray viewing room alongside George, observing the scans for Philip's hand. With her arms crossed over her chest, she sighed tiredly.

"It needs surgery, but Callie wants to do twenty-four hours of antibiotic coverage, so I think we should just irrigate and splint," she said.

"Okay, I'll take care of it." George nodded in agreement.

"Or, I could take care of it and you could take care of the wife's scalp. She needs lots of complex sutures. You could get lots of complex practice." Billie shrugged suggestively, earning a weird look from his friend.

George frowned. "Isn't it like a point a suture? You don't want that?"

"I think this is bigger than a broken hand." The girl gestured towards Philip's scans. "He provoked a bear and then drove himself to the hospital."

"Well, he was in shock."

"And he married his rebound girl. I mean, who does that? Nobody does that. After ten days of knowing each other, he married his rebound girl," Billie exclaimed. "Doesn't that seem odd to you? I'm thinking brain tumor. And it's eighty points for medical mystery. This is, like, the holy grail, I can't miss it."

"I got married in the spur of the moment and I don't have a brain tumor!" George said playfully.

"That you know of," she corrected, causing his expression to drop.

He stayed silent for a second. "I'll do the scalp."

"You will?"

"Am I gonna watch you turn a broken hand into a neuro problem just to get some extra points?" George chanted on his way to the door. "Nope!"

"It's not about the points!"

"Am I gonna watch you turn a broken hand into a neuro problem just so that you can get an excuse to talk to your brother without making it obvious?" George repeated again, then left the room. "Nope!"

Billie immediately followed him out, almost angrily, "I do not need a reason to talk to my brother! If I needed to talk to my brother, I'd talk-"

She watched in horror as her therapist, May, walked past her, giving her a weird look due to her previous statement.

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Standing in front of Philip on his bed, with Jennifer sitting by him with a bandage wrapped around her head, Billie was flashing a light into his pupils. She had been suspecting that there could be a tumor somewhere along his brain for a while now, given all of the symptoms she had mind-listed, including impulsivity, clouded judgement, vision deterioration, and others.

"Something tells me you're not just worried about the damage to my hand," Philip said.

Billie turned off the flashlight and walked up to the end of the bed, grabbing the chart. "Philip, earlier today, you were squinting at your paperwork."

"I keep telling him he needs glasses." Jennifer smiled.

"And your handwriting was very tiny, almost illegible," she continued. "Is that normal for you?"

"Well, I've never been a straight A student, if that's what you mean."

"Is he done? Are- Are we... done here?" the woman sitting by him said nervously, placing his hand on top of her husband's on the bed. "We could both use some rest."

"Humor me for one more second." Billie stopped her, walking up to Philip again and sitting next to him. She proceeded to play both her fingers by the sides of his head. "Okay, look straight ahead. Tell me when you see my fingers."

She began bringing them towards herself, but Philip didn't see them through the corner of his eye the moment any regular person would've. The further from his face her fingers got, the more excited Billie got about the eighty points she'd be winning, but also, the more worried she became. Only until they were a good half-foot away from Philip's face, did he speak.

"I see them," he said.

Immediately, Billie jumped from the bed with her arms up high and a look of pure triumph on her face.

"Tumor!" she exclaimed. The couple looked at her in horror, so she immediately put down her hands awkwardly. "Uh, sorry."

☆

"You paged me?" George walked into the x-ray viewing room, where Billie was analyzing Philip's MRI.

"Yep. I thought you might like to see this," she said, leaving space for him to crouch down next to her and look at the scans.

"Is that bear attack guy?"

"And that's his big old tumor." Billie surrounded the area where the dark spot was marked on the scan with her finger. "I am not asking for an apology here, seeing as I just solved a medical mystery. I'm not asking for an apology because the fact that I may have potentially saved a life today is reward enough for me."

"You're calling me in to gloat."

"No!" she immediately defended, but then bit down on her lip nervously. "I, uh... I actually need a favor."

☆

It had been a long day, but now, Billie, Izzie, Meredith and Alex all stood in front of an empty conference room, where Bailey was packing her things in order to go home. They were waiting patiently for her to give out the results of the contest, even though it was obvious who had won.

Having been thirty points ahead of everyone from the beginning plus the eighty points she had won due to the solving of the medical mystery, Billie had finished the contest with over two-hundred points in total, but she was waiting for the moment she got to see the look on her friends' faces.

Cristina arrived at the group in a rush, earning a weird look from Alex. "What are you doing here? You spent the last three hours watching a surgery. That's three points."

"Nah, I'm trusting you guys screwed up enough that it won't matter." Cristina shrugged.

"I could still win. I could. I did get a lot of points today." Izzie nodded excitedly, but after having spent the entire day trying to make out a non-existent medical mystery out of a sprained ankle and a touch of flu, the chances of her ever winning the contest were very remote.

Alex turned to a very quiet Billie with a frown. "What's the matter with you? Where's the trash talk?"

"She knows I'm the best. I won a bunch of points with those sutures, so I can't not have passed her," Cristina explained, only causing a sly smirk to creep up on Billie's lips.

When Bailey came out of the conference room in street clothes and with Tuck on her arms, they all rushed towards her. Billie stayed a little further back.

"Who won?" Izzie asked immediately.

"Congratulations..." Bailey drawled, looking down at the paper on her hand.

"Who won!"

"Dr. Black," the third-year resident finished, causing the rest of the residents to groan in defeat. "The guy from the bear attack had a brain tumor. Black caught it. Eighty points for solving a medical mystery, that's what put her over the top. Although... well, she seemed to already be on the top, given she was thirty points ahead of all of you suck-ups from the beginning. You won with one-hundred and ninety-seven points, Dr. Black. I'm impressed."

"Thank you, Dr. Bailey." Billie smirked smugly.

"I could have found a tumor," Cristina complained.

"But you didn't. You chose to scrub in with Hahn and watch for three little points," Bailey cut her off. "Now, congratulate Doctor Black."

All of the residents rolled their eyes, chorusing reluctantly like little kids forced to apologize. "Congratulations."

Billie nodded her head and turned to go, but before she did, Bailey called out to her. "Hey, don't you want your prize?" She smiled and took out a glittery pager from her pocket.

"A shiny pager!" Izzie's eyes widened tenfold.

"A sparkle pager," Bailey corrected, walking proudly towards a very confined-looking Billie.

"What's so great about a glitter pager?" Cristina asked.

"A sparkle pager!" she corrected again. "It is special. It is surgery's holy grail. It's been passed down from resident to resident, now it belongs to Dr. Black. For the next three months, whenever you all get a surgery, you have to page this pager and if Black wants your surgery, she has the right to take it from you."

"Wait, for real?" Billie's eyes lit up.

"For real."

"Oh, come on!" Alex complained as Cristina's eyes widened in horror and Izzie gawked at Billie, almost disturbed. "Crap!"

"Enjoy the power, Dr. Black," Bailey said, handing Billie the sparkle pager. She then turned to the rest of the residents. "Now, may I recommend you all go home. You smell. You're greasy. You need to bathe. And I'm sick of looking at you. My one-year-old here is sick of looking at you, isn't that right, bub? Sick of looking at your little ugly faces."

☆

Once again, Billie found herself sitting in the x-ray observation room late at night. She was sprawled on one of the chairs in front of a computer that showed Philip Robinson's brain tumor, which, in the end, had been unremovable. Her shoes were off and set aside neatly by her chair, legs folded under herself, and a newly-bought notebook resided on her hand, now filled with medical notes. She scribbled down furiously on it without paying any mind to the now two pagers sitting on the table next to her.

She hadn't stopped the repetitive motion of looking down at her notebook, then up at the computer, then back down, for what felt like ages, but was actually just an hour. She had already filled up seven pages with messy handwriting and spills of her fancy medical lexicon, which she hoped one day came to light.

The door opened behind her, and as she was so beyond immersed on her frantic scribbling, she didn't notice when Ian entered the room and sat on the chair next to her, taking a little time to analyze her features.

"Billie," he finally said hoarsely, causing her head to whip in his direction and her hand to stop moving over the paper. It took her a second.

Her face slowly relaxed. "Ian."

"Hi." He smiled briefly, almost in relief. "I was just... checking in on you."

"Oh." She nodded nervously, but almost a little eager to have the first conversation with her brother that didn't involve long angry speeches from any of the parties.

Her heart skipped a beat when she traced her eyes down to his hand and found, pleased, the simple black obsidian ring that had resided amongst the gift box that morning, and now, sat on his finger. There, it belonged.

"I'm sorry about your patient, uh... Mr. Robinson. I'm sorry that we can't remove his tumor," Ian said softly, as if the atmosphere around them could rupture if he didn't. "And I'm sorry that his brother didn't make it."

"Yeah." Billie nodded. "Yeah, me- me too."

"Yeah," he replied with a shaky voice. "I'm also sorry."

She frowned, although partially aware of his intentions. "For?"

"I'm just sorry." Ian shrugged his shoulders in a lack of ability to communicate with a person he had loved for so long, but had never gotten the chance to speak to. "I don't know what came up to me, I don't- I don't want you to be scared of me. I just- I- I'm just sorry, okay? I'm just... I'm sorry."

"Oh..." Billie whispered, almost trailing off near the end. She looked down at the floor. "Yeah. I'm... I'm sorry too."

"Why?"

"I'm just sorry," she echoed the words he had previously stated, causing him to look at her with softness, almost like she could break too. "Happy birthday."

Ian would've never felt happy to hear those words if it had been anyone else, but when she said them, it's like he couldn't help but smile. His body lost the tension and he just... he just smiled.

"It's not- I don't-" he stuttered out, clearing his throat after to swallow down the superfluous happiness that was threatening to spill out of his body. "That's... thank you."

Billie's lips tugged at the corners. "You like the ring?"

"I do, it's... obsidian, is it?"

"Obsidian." She nodded. "It's... a shield from negativity. It, uh, well, it draws out mental stress, and I just thought you could use that. You know I'm not big on spiritual stuff anyway, so if you wanna throw it away, that's okay with me."

"I wouldn't throw it away. Ever." Ian shook his head in rejection.

They stared into each other's eyes for a minute. His, blue, like arctic oceans swirling to polar monsoons. Hers, black, like ink dripping onto a blank paper. And, as they noticed the little details on each other's irises, Ian leant forward and placed his hand on hers.

At first, she pulled away, causing him to bite down on his lip and closed his eyes out of regret. Out of respect. But when, for the first time in forever, he felt her hand deliberately on his, lacing their fingers together, he looked back up at her and was met with a smile.

Until the door opened.

For whatever reason, they immediately let go of each other, as if they had been caught red-handed. Billie, on her part, tucked her hair behind her ear and started gathering her stuff together awkwardly, including her notebook, pen and two pagers, but it wasn't until she noticed who stood on the door that she relaxed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I, uh... am I interrupting something?" Miles stood under the sill with a bouquet on his hand, frowning at the situation he'd just walked in on. "I- I can go, I don't mind."

"Oh, no, no, no! Uh," Billie cleared her throat awkwardly, tucking her hair behind her ear again out of anxiety. "Miles, this is, uhm, this is my brother, Ian."

The man in question immediately stood up with a stiff smile and nodded at Miles, whose expression seemed to relax a little. Billie looked away from both men for a second, feeling a little flustered, before she stood up herself and fiddled with her hands nervously. Miles and Ian shared a handshake.

"Ian Leblanc, nice to... meet you," the latter stated suspiciously.

"I'm Miles Brown, I'm Billie's-" Miles began, but as he saw the frantic gesturing of Billie behind Ian's back, he immediately stopped. "-friend."

"Friend," the older man nodded, then turned to Billie. "Right. Okay, uh... I'm gonna go. We can, uhm, talk tomorrow? Please?"

"Yes! Yes, of course. Yes." She nodded eagerly. "I'll find you. Or... you can find me. Either way."

Ian laughed nervously for a second before he nodded and left, closing the door behind him and, therefore, leaving Billie alone in the dim-lit x-ray viewing room with Miles. The man squinted his eyes at her with a playful smile.

"Your brother?" he asked in suspicion, but his stance was relaxed.

"Yeah, it's, uhm... it's kind of a new thing. We were never really close." Billie shrugged her shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting." He jutted his lips out. "You."

Billie laughed breathily and looked up at him as he took a step forward. "Visiting me? You were allowed on the 'staff only' sector of the hospital just because you were visiting me, or did you have to sleep with someone to get in here?"

"Eh, I might have pulled some strings," Miles joked, walking a little closer to where now, they were standing a few inches away from each other. "Whatever."

Billie laughed, but was then surprised when he pushed up the bouquet between them and looked at her with heart eyes. She bit down on her lip to suppress a smile, which came out anyway, along with a blush of sentiment that took over her cheeks.

"For me?" Billie asked obviously. "You do know that we're just sleeping together, right?"

"I know, I know. Don't ruin this for me." Miles rolled her eyes, earning a chuckle from her. "You want the flowers or should I just give them back?"

"Oh, no, I want the flowers. Thank you." She smiled widely, taking the bouquet from his hands and then leaning in to plant a soft kiss to his lips. She whispered. "Thank you for coming over."

"I'm always happy to," he whispered back, then opened his eyes to look into hers. "You look really pretty." Miles' gaze, however, then landed on Billie's open notebook on the table. "What is that?"

"Oh, just, you know..." She shrugged awkwardly as he leant in to read the words scribbled down. "Maybe, the future of medicine?"

"Treatment for inoperable malignant gliomas?" Miles' eyes widened a little. "Man, that's intense. You're, like, a genius, you know?"

"Yeah, well... we'll just keep that hidden for a while. Just until I'm sure that this can be actually done and I'm not just bluffing." Billie bit her lip, closing the notebook and, therefore, stopping him from reading any further.

"I believe 'keeping it hidden' is a complete waste of your extraordinary medical abilities as a twenty-five-year-old, second-year resident, but, you know, whatever. I'm just the guy you're sleeping around with, who am I to say?" He shrugged his shoulders sarcastically, making her laugh. He then stared at her fondly for a second. "Well, uhm... you wanna make out in an on-call room? You guys have those here, right?"

Billie laughed. "We do, actually." She then squinted her eyes. "And I do wanna make out in an on-call room with you."

"Okay, then," Miles said, nodding his head graciously and then leading her to the door, where he made a polite courtesy. "After you, ma'am."

"Why, thank you, sir." Billie smiled.