Couple of Days Later.

"He going into Fib! Paddles! Charge to 200."

I tried to resuscitate the bloody man on the table while sighing.

*Zipp!*

"Charge to 300!"

*Zipp!*

Still no pulse.

"Charge to 360!"

*Zipp!*

I look at the man's lifeless body before turning of his monitor and looked at the clock, "Time of Death, 18:23."

I took the bloody, latex gloves before walking out the Trauma Room. It's been days since Michael's accident, and he been holding a brave face about the situation. I visit him from time to time when I'm on break or off shift. Tonight, he was getting discharged and getting on with his life.

Without me. But why do I care? He doesn't like me. I'm just his doctor, and he's my patient. He kissed me while on morphine, demerol, and dopamine. He was totally unconscious of his actions, why do I keep making a big deal about all of this.

I glanced at the silver watch on my wrist before sighing. I had enough time to see Michael before he was gone, unless he was already gone. Not like we were anything at all, nevertheless could be anything.

I quickly ran into the elevator before the door shut, as I was surrounded by a group of surgeons.

Guess they're getting ready to do some complex operation.

"Press 6 for me." One of the guys does so, and it was quiet during the whole ride on the elevator. Eventually, the surgeons got off at "4" and I got off at "6."

The halls of the Burn Unit looked like the most deserted area in the hospital. It was freezing cold and quiet like a church mouse. I shivered slightly by the unusual change in temperature on this side of the building as I walk to the receptionist.

"Jackson, Michael?"

She looks at me then through her charts, "We discharged him an hour ago." I grumble.

Fuck!

She looks up at me, "I need you to sign his charts." I sign them and shakes my head as I pull a notepad out my pocket, writing a couple of things.

"I need you to send these prescriptions to his pharmacist and make sure he gets them."

She nods, and I shove my hands in my pocket before squinting at the person walking with the doctors in the narrow hallway.

I yell, "MICHAEL!"

He turns to me and smiles, "Oh doctor!" I run over to him smiling, "I see you're on your feet now, but what are you doing here? I heard you were discharged an hour ago." He looks at me, "I was just visiting all the burn victims. Giving them autographs and stuff."

My mouth shaped to an 'O' as I nod, "Well, that's really sweet of you. How that noggin of yours?" He chuckles, "My head is fine. I pray my hair will grow back though, for now I got to wear this little habit thingie. And of course, I had to come say goodbye to you. Thank you for taking really good care of me. And somewhat saving my life. Mother said I was acting really weird when I was bedrest."

Oh if only you knew Michael.

I comb my fingers through my curly waves, blushing lightly, "Well it's my job, Michael. I save and help people." He tilts his head curiously, staring at me quietly, "How about I take you out for dinner tonight? A 'thank you treat' for what you did for me."

Was he really asking me out?! For saving him? What a gentleman.

I smile shyly as he looks at me quietly, waiting for an answer, "I can't. Hospital policies." I lean over and whisper in his ear, "They don't like if we date our patients or go out with them. It seems somewhat shady in a sense." The hospital dealt with scandals where patients would date their doctors for free procedures, drugs, etc. He turn his head in my direction as he mumbles in an unexpected deep, raspy voice, "Hm..well what if..hypothetically, we saw each other at the same restaurant unexpectedly, would that be bad?"

He wants to go out with me that bad?

Our lips were inches from one another as I look at him, swallowing the big lump in my throat while he bites his bottom lip, as his eyes continue to stare into mine, "Well, um, hypothetically it wouldn't be really a 'date' if we would just magically saw each other at the same place at the same time..." He grins in satisfaction by my answer, enjoying our little game. My heart was accelerating as he licks his lips before asking me,

"How do you feel about Scrintino's?"

"Mm, I love Italian food."

I know my cheeks were fire red as his dark mahogany eyes stared at me. I've never been so happy that no one was in the hallway with us to stop this intensity. I couldn't even breathe correctly in his presence; he had so much power over me. My body. I was deeply attracted to this wonderful man to the point where I couldn't move a muscle to save my life. I was in a trance and Michael was a man of astonishment, who could sweep me off my feet with just a lip bite. I was looking at a man who was flawless in every way possible. He did normal things, but his own way he made it sexy and intriguing. His hand reach over to my cheek, caressing it gently, waking me from my trance, "Doctor, I'm waiting for an answer."

I clear my throat as I smile, "How about 7?" He leans over, and his warm breath tickled my ear causing my body to form goosebumps.

"It's a date."

I turn to him instinctively as he looks at me, raising at eyebrow as my lips pressed themselves on his.

It felt so good for my lips to be back where they belong.

His hands were tangled in my curls as we enjoyed the pleasure of kissing each other. He break away before chuckling as his bites his lips instinctively. I could tell he was somewhat nervous yet anxious to kiss me again, but before he could make that decision, we was interrupted by the shear beeping of my pager.

I looked down at it and mumbles, "Um, I have to go." He shoots me while smiling widely, "Go then." I smile back at him before running to the elevator.

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I wonder how their date will go? Continue reading to find out! 

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