I can't believe I was kissing my own doctor. Marina eventually pulled away. She was looking at me like a deer in headlights as I smile shyly, a little embarrassed about what I did. Even though, a part of me really didn't understand what I did wrong. I kissed a woman. Big deal. Isn't this what everyone wanted me to do?

"Mr. Jackson..."

I chuckle lightly, "M-Michael." Her fingertips pressed against her warm lips before looking away for a moment. I bit my lip nervously as she turn back around to me,

"Michael, look, you're under a lot of drugs...and I can't be smooching up to you. I'm your doctor, you're my patient."

He looks up at me hazily, "Mmm, how about you give me some more suga? You were my..hero. Shouldn't I kiss you like in the cartoons?"

I couldn't help but laugh at his words. He watches cartoons? Definitely the demerol. I walk back over and look at him, "I'm not going to give you anymore 'suga.' I just wanted to make sure you got out of surgery and that you're okay." He blinks at me slowly, "Mother said I need to find me a nice lady to be with. Be my wifeyyyyyyy...." I kiss his cheek while giggling at him, "Get some rest please." He hum softly as I walk out the room.

I couldn't help but notice some reporters harassing Michael's parents.

"Hey! Reporters are not allow here! Get out!"

I grumble as they run out and turn to them, "Are you guys okay? I'm so sorry." Joe didn't respond, he seem somewhat unfazed by the media. Mrs. Jackson smiles, "Is my Michael alright?" I nod, "He's up and about. Woozy from the drugs, hehe. But, if you like to see him, I don't see a problem with tha-

I was interrupted by his mother hugging me tightly, "Thank you, for saving my baby. I couldn't bear losing him..."

Her voice was shaky. I look down at her, "Mrs. Jackson..." She shakes her head before releasing me from her grasp, "Katie." I clear my throat, "Katie, um, Michael is going to have to stay at the hospital for a couple of days to rest up, okay?" She nods then my eyes went to Joseph who was listening, yet he walks off.

I wonder why..

I walked Katie to her son's room and couldn't help but smile as she embraced Michael, smothering him with a bunch of kisses on his face.

He laughs quietly and told her about how happy he was to ride in an ambulance. I realize I needed to give them some privacy, so I walked out the room and saw Joseph standing by the vending machines.

I walk over and he chuckles, "You're a good doctor, you know? Saving my son like that?" I smile, "I do my best."

He sighs, "This is all my fault." I frown, "W-what?" His voice cracked, "He didn't want to do it. This commercial and I pushed him...and he did it. And now he's in that hospital bed." He felt guilty, the great Joe Jackson I heard about, crying over his son.

I rest my hand on his shoulder, "I think you should go see Michael.." He looks up at me, "Did he say he wanted to see me?" I swallow the gulp in my throat quietly, and he got the message.

He chuckles, "Wanted to see Katie though? He was always a mommy's boy. Don't matter how hard I try to shape him to a tough man. Always running to his momma." I glare at him, "There's nothing wrong about that. There's nothing wrong about being a sensitive man. It doesn't take any of his masculinity away. Try it." I turn away angrily, walking back to the ER.

I'll check on Michael later tonight after my 12-hr shift....

As I walked in the baby-blue chrome hallways, I contemplated on my complex love life. Out of all my relationships, all I had was guys like Joe. Thinking they need to prove that they're rough and tough. Medical school was a trip, I was getting wrapped up with these doctors when all they did was hurt me. Crazily ironic that a doctor could hurt you.

I sigh as I shove my hands into my white lab coat as I make it to the elevators, waiting for the stainless steel doors to open.

Maybe I should stop dating the doctors and date the patients instead.

I smile smugly at my ridiculous thought as the doors open and I walk into the small minuscule elevator, pressing "3."

The doors close, and I lean against the wall, pressing my fingertips against my lips.

That kiss...

It wasn't a passionate or a deep kiss. More of a quick little kiss. But, it felt so good. I've never felt this way about someone kissing me. Even though, Michael wasn't fully conscious of his actions, he has my blood boiling in my body.

I'm such an idiot. I'm falling for him out of ALL people.

The doors open, and I walk out as my heels click against the cheaply tiled floors.

Miranda smiles, "You we're still here?" I sigh, "I wanted to check on Michael. And before you start, he was my patient. I wanted to make sure he's okay."

She hands me a cup of coffee, and I take a sip before walking to the lounge. I haven't gotten any rest due to staying with Michael, and my shift starts in 2 hours. Almost 36 hours on my feet.

I needed to get rest before I commit some form of medical malpractice by accident. I laid on the couch and tried to sleep.