Michael called me every two to three weeks. One phone call and it was about 10 minutes I heard his voice.

I was alone. I felt alone. Is this what it means to be unhappy?

As we move into the Christmas season, my work was the only thing holding me up. Holding me up from the deep despair I was feeling from the absence of my boyfriend.

It was finally Christmas, and I decided to work the Christmas morning shift. I rest against the wall of the ER, waiting for the EMT to bring the next victim in, when Miranda walks up to me, "How are you doing?" I slid my fingers through my newly cut curly bob, "I'm okay, Ramiero said a gun shot victim is coming in soon." She shakes her head, "I don't care about that, I'm talking about you."

"Miranda, I'm fine."

She stands next to me as we wait for the victim. Miranda knows how I've been miserable, but I kept a decent facade to hold myself up. Nana always told me to keep your problems at the door, which I did. I never let my emotions hinder me from doing my job.

The EMT barge in as I walk on the side of the gurney, getting stats from Ramiero as we run to the Trauma Room.

Destin, Gregory. 29 years old. Shot in a drive-by shooting in the chest.

I bite my lip while nodding as we lift the body onto the table.

"Hook up to an IV, 50mg of dopamine for the pain. Someone page Tony!"

The nurses started to work as Gregory groans in pain and I look at him as I turn him to the side, "Hey, you're in the ER, we got you."

"Okay, everyone the bullet isn't through. Damnit, where's Tony!"

He murmurs, "Where's my wife? My daughter?" I shrug, "They didn't come in." Tony barges into the room, "What you need?"

I glanced at him, "I need you to help me get the bullet out." He grabs some of the tools from the tray as he grunts, pulling the bullet out of his chest, "He has internal bleeding."

"Hathaway he's crashing!"

I groan as I pull the Fib kit over and the nurses hand me the paddles as I shot Gregory, "Stay with me!"

"Charge to 200!"

No pulse.

"Charge to 300!"

I look at the monitor, "We got a weak pulse! Let's get him to the OR!" The nurses pushes him away as I take off my gloves, kicking the trash can angrily. Tony looks at me, resting his hand on my shoulder,

"Hey..hey..Hathaway."

I turn to him as he hugs me tightly as I cried, "Tony, I miss him so much." He looks down at me, "I know you do. I bet he misses you too." I exhale slowly before wiping my face, "I just thought I would be with him for at least, Christmas. Plus, it's my first year celebrating without Nana."

He frowns, "Do you want me to cover for you, so you can get an hour by yourself?" I shake my head, "No, no. It's just rough, but life is a bitch, you know?" He laughs, "Yeah, a big, fat bitch." I scrunch my face at him and he sighs,

"My wife is divorcing me."

I gasp, "Jen? Why?" He laughs, "Our careers clash too much, I never see my daughter anymore. Safe to say, she's cheated on me for some Lance."

My heart sunk.

"Does this Lance have like dark hair, slick back?"

He chuckles, "Yeah, you know him?" I shake my head, "Lucky guess. How about you spend Christmas with me and Michael's sisters, it's hard enough we are going to try to make a decent Christmas feast." He folds his arms as we walk out the Trauma Room.

"Hm, you're sure?"

I shrug, "I don't think they would mind."

Sybil, one of the new nurses, runs to me, "Hey Dr. Hathaway, you have a call from a 'Michael' I think." I gasp as I run to the phone at the information desk.

"Hello?"

"Hey babygirl, Merry Christmas."

I giggle at his deviantly seductive voice as he mumbles, "Are you busy?" I shrug, "Not really. I decided to let a friend of mine come spend Christmas with your sisters." He chuckles, "Well, that's nice of you, I can't wait to get home and give you my Christmas present." I whisper, "Like what?" He whisper as well in a deep, husky voice, "Mm, well baby you got to wait until I come home and give it to you."

I felt goosebumps form on my body as I walk from the desk to the deserted hallway as I mumble, "I miss you so much, Daddy." He giggles, "Oh, I'm Daddy now?" I bite my lip, "You've always been Daddy to me."

"Are you...horny right now?"

I walk to one of the empty hospital room as I moans into the phone before laying on the bed, "Maybeeee." He groans at the sound of my moan, "Stop it you." I whisper, "I need you so bad, dammit get on the plane and come fuck me."

"You naughty, naughty gal."

"Don't act like you're not thinking about doing it right now. I know you're probably stroking yourself to those photos I mailed you."

He gasps, "I'm innocent!" I knew he was smiling widely on the phone while blushing. Those cheeks I could just pinch. I giggle into the phone as my hand slid down my thigh as I moan softly once more.

"Are you...touching yourself?"

My core heated with desire as my fingers slid under my pants, slowly rubbing against my sensitive pearl. I lean my head back as my breathing intensify as I thought of Michael. I could hear him moan into the phone while whispering dirty thoughts to me.

"Mm, just imagine it's me, baby, imagine me sliding in and out of you."

I loved his dirty side as I slid my fingers inside of myself with causing my legs to tremble, "Fuck, I'm close." He chuckles deeply, "Good..good.." I almost dropped the phone as my eyes widen at the buildup of my orgasm as I cum. I couldn't but breathe aggressively as Michael laughed.

"What the hell is so funny?!"

"Mm, nothing..nothing. I just never thought we would convert to phone sex. Your moans were so hot, it really turned me on."

His soft, gentle voice knew how to make me feel embarrassed from my actions. I hiss, "It would've been better if it was really you making me feel good, not my damn fingers." He sighs, "Yeah, yeah. I know you want that supreme sex from the 'best you ever had.'" I gasp, "That statement makes me want to punch you in the arm." He giggles, "Oops, did I get you embarrassed?"

I groan, "A little bit. When will you be back?" He coughs for a moment then answers, "Couple of days." I shriek, "REALLY?!" He laughs, "Yup, I'm going to be all yours again."

"It's just been really boring without you. I know you're touring and writing songs and stuff. The newspapers keep real tabs on you."

He hums, "Hm, that's great. Anyways, I got to go okay?" I blew a kiss into the phone, "I love you, Merry Christmas." He does the same, "I love you more, Merry Christmas to you, baby." Eventually, he hangs up as I sit in the bed, looking at my watch.

I had time to take a nap before Christmas dinner that apparently LaToya is making. Hope it's good.

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