I love you!

Chapter 1

I sigh. Finally, after 4 years at uni and a further 3 at medical school, I was free from the burden of assignments. Now, this is where everything collapses. Not only have I got to pay off my school fees, I've also got the pressure of rent and the need to find a job soon. I guess in the meantime it's back to pot noodles.

At the moment, I'm walking to an interview at a hospital nearby from where I live. I never really had an aspiration, or dream to be something when I was a teenager. The only thing that I had on my mind was : "Why are my grades so low? What would mother think?" And mother wanted me to be a doctor. So here I am, at 27 years old, 12 years after that incident, and I'm still dependent on the scars of my past. Well, I guess my therapist lied.

After roughly 5 minutes of ambling towards the hospital, I reached the entrance. A place of comfort where I would normally go for help looked more like a haunted house. To be honest, it really didn't help that the sky was as dark as night and it looked like it was going to start hailing like crazy.

Once I entered the building, I walked up to the front desk where a woman with dull, lifeless eyes was staring at a computer. Nervously, I coughed slightly. She still didn't look up. I coughed again, slightly louder. Yet again, she still didn't notice. I tapped on the desk in front of me, and she finally looked up. I was met with a glare so cold that it could turn the Sahara to snow.

"Yes?" She muttered.

"Um ma'am, I have a job interview here. Do you know where I need to go?"

"2nd floor, first room on the right."

"Uh, thank you." I murmured. If I ever get the job, I seriously wish that I won't have to work with her. She's such a mundane person!

When I finally reached the room, I sat down on a chair that was simple and wooden, with no cushion and the back was curved and digging into my shoulder blades. This seriously wasn't helping my mood. Tapping my foot on the floor, I waited. And I waited. And I waited.

Despite the fact that my interview was in 5 minutes, it felt like I had waited for centuries. Damn, I should have brought my headphones so I could at least listen to music

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So in a nutshell I flunked the interview. A man who looked like he could have fitted in Men in Black was scrutinising my choice of clothing. In my defence, I really couldn't afford anything fancy with the amount of money that I was earning, which if I need to remind anyone it is a grand total of £0. Therefore, I had to borrow a dress off from one of my old roomies (now best friend), Suze. It wasn't even that bad!

His questions dug into every prospect of my studies, which I am now very grateful to myself in the past for preparing lots of questions. Question after question, I got more fretful about his ultimate decision. Was I going to get it?

He finally reached the last question. "Why do you want to be a doctor?"

I hesitated. This question I hadn't prepared. I had to swallow down an answer I wished to say: "I don't know why I want to. My deranged mother forced me to". However, if I even wanted a chance at getting the job, I had to improvise.

"I find the human body fascinating and I want to help people get better." I announced my answer to him.

He glanced up at me from looking at my documents. A long awkward silence enveloped the room. We just looked at each other before I turned my eyes to the table. I gulped. This definitely wasn't my best response and it certainly didn't make me look any better than a dorky teenager.

"That will be the end of your interview. Thank you Miss Dawn."

I carefully moved my chair backwards without trying to scrape it against the wooden floor.

"Thank you." I bowed my head to him and turned around to exit the room.

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The minute I left the hospital, I got met with an unwanted shower of water. I knew it was going to rain after my interview; I even had written a post-it note to remind myself to get an umbrella. Yet here I am, no umbrella and soaking wet.

Suddenly, I didn't feel a splash of water collapse onto my not-so-perfect-anymore hair. An umbrella?!

"Um hi?" I turned around to see the person carrying the umbrella. A man. Really? DO I SEEM LIKE I NEED SAVING?

"I'm sorry darling, but you looked like you needed saving from this typical British weather. Don't worry, it happens to the best of us." His smile was sweet like honey. Or malicious like a bear's smirk.

"Well it's awfully kind of you but I don't really need an umbrella. I prefer to be drowned in the rain thank you." I taunted him while grinning. I suppose he isn't too bad.

"At least I tried to be chivalrous, oh well. I suppose I'll never find a friend and I'll remain lonely for all of eternity." He shrugged and swivelled round to walk away.

"Hey! You didn't let me finish bullying you!" I called behind him. As he turned his face round to glance at me I realised that it had stopped raining, and annoyingly, the sun was shining on his face. The light was accentuating his dark eyes, which were almost like the void.

"Well darling, I haven't got all day and I'm sure you haven't too." One of his eyebrow's was raised.

"I don't have anything urgent to get to... and I'm sure you don't either if you had time to put an umbrella up for me, so do you want to come to cafe with me? I know a really good one?" I tried to get him to stay.

"Sheesh, you really don't know stranger danger do you? You're lucky I'm not a psycho who might try to kidnap you. I suppose I may have spare time to spend with you. This might be my second chance at being chivalrous. I'll pay." He chuckled, rolling his eyes.

I laughed as well. "Thank god you're paying. I'm broke!"