Roxy pov
"Roxy." Jesus fucking Christ, does this man seriously have nothing better to do? Doesn't he have a job?
"Is there any possible way to get a restraining order on you?" I asked as I watched him pull off of the wall he was leaning against.
"Nope. Not unless you want to risk having to relocate." He smirked as he walked up next to me. I could smell the lingering scent of his cologne and it almost immediately made me gag.
One of the many defects I was born with, was a neurological condition where every now and then, my brain goes into a spasm. They are more commonly known as cluster headaches. Anything can trigger them to happen, and they leave me out of work for days at a time due to the immense amount of pain they cause.
It's not that bad when I take my medication. But even as a doctor, I don't see the point of taking something on a guess. Even if I take the pills everyday like I am supposed to, there is still a high chance I'll get the headaches so there's no fucking point.
"What do you want?" I asked as I rubbed my nose slightly, trying to get the smell to leave my sinus.
"I need your help." He said. I felt a sharp sting in my right eye. Another sign of the cluster headaches coming through.
"With what?" I asked as I tried to ignore the piercing pain slowly coursing through my body.
This isn't new to me. I often have to pretend that nothing is happening while at work. I'm just glad it's happened during a break. Because the next part of this condition is that I'll slowly start to lose muscle control in my dominant side.
"I need a doctor to help me with something, but I can't bring them in here." He whispered.
"So what do you need me for?" I asked as the one of the final stages start to set in. My ability to think properly. It basically makes me sound like a dumbass to anyone I'm talking to, because I cannot figure out any of the simplest things in my own.
"Seriously Roxy? I need you to help me." He said in monotoned voice.
"Right, yeah. Text me." I said as I walked away from him. "Peter. I need to go home. Can you mark my schedule as unavailable until further notice please?" I asked. He knew immediately what was going on and proceeded to do what I asked.
"Roxy? You okay?" He asked as he followed me yet again.
"I will be soon. You need to leave me alone." I said in a slurred voice as I just walked out of the hospital with my bag and my scrubs on.
I made my way to my apartment, just in time as I had started to lose my muscle control. I had just about made it to me bed when my right leg gave in. Luckily I fell onto the bed, and was able to lay down to fall asleep. The muscle control would come back at some point during the night. It's never a long lasting side effect.
I was woken up in the middle of the night because I could feel someone's eyes on me. Or I could at least feel a second presence in my room, and it wasn't Rebel.
I slowly sat up and wiggled my fingers on my right hand around. Thank fuck for that.
My celebration was shortly lived when I looked around the room and saw a shadowy figure sat on the chair that faces my bed. I jumped up, scared shitless and grabbed the closest thing to me. Which happened to be a cheap glass vase. I slowly reached over to my nightstand and turned on the lamp that rested on it. When I saw what it was, I wanted to throw the glass at it.
"Jaden fucking Hossler. What the fuck are you doing in my apartment while I'm sleeping you fucking creep." I screamed, abruptly waking him up. He looked at me for a few seconds before rubbing his hands over his face. The screaming probably wouldn't help the immense pain that is going to reside in my head for the next few days, but who the fuck does that?
"Roxy. Shut the fuck up." He mumbled.
"Do you want me to throw this glass at your head? Because you're going the right way about it." I shouted as I pointed my finger at him. "Why the fuck are you here?" I asked as I stood straight and crossed my arms.
"Roxy just calm down. I'm here because Petro, or whatever the fuck his name was, asked me to be here. He asked me to come and watch over you to make sure that nothing happened to you. Whatever the fuck that means. I have the night off and had nothing better to do." He explained as if it was the most casual thing in the world to wake up to someone watching you sleep.
"And you expected what kind of reaction from me when I woke up? Because if you were expecting a parade, you're in the wrong apartment." I gritted.
"No. I wasn't, I was expecting to be gone by the time you woke up." He admitted as he stood up and cracked his back. I was about to open my mouth to tell him it not healthy to do that but he stopped me. "Keep your fucking mouth shut about what I just did, because you are in no place to be telling me what's healthy or not. You have seven bottles of unopened prescription pills in your cabinet that probably have something to do with whatever the fuck is going on with you. You're a doctor. You should know you need to take these things daily." He said as he held up a bottle of my medication that had been unopened.
"So not only are you a creep and a stalker, but you also snooped around my apartment while I was asleep. Is there anything else I should note down for the case I'm building against you or is that it?" I said sarcastically as I took the pills out of his hand. He chuckled and yawned while walking out of my room.
I followed him out because I assumed he was going to show himself out. Because that's what normal people do when they clearly aren't wanted in someone's residence right?
Well not this man apparently. He walked into my kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal. Uhm excuse me?
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