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"How did this happen?" I look behind me at Mr. Man, hoping to at least get an answer from him this time. It's either that or I start blackmailing, which I'm so close to doing at this point. This man was getting on my nerves.

"It's not obvious? You're the doctor here, can't you see that he's been shot?" He asks rhetorically as he rolls his stormy gray eyes yet again. What the fuck is his problem? I swear to God that if I hadn't taken an oath to protect and save all lives no matter what, I would've killed this fucker already. 

With kindness, of course.

I bite back a sarcastic remark, "Look, Mr. Man. If you won't help me, I can't help you. Now, I'm going to ask you again. How did this happen?" I press on as I get the tweezers, attempting to pull the bullet out without it bringing Spencer too much pain.

"Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you." Fine be like that then. He brings his hands to his face and takes it all the way back to brush his dark and long curly hair away from his eyes. He's clearly stressed out about this.

I am too, hoe.

Why does he have to be so fucking stubborn? He's making my job ten times harder than it has to be. "What is Spencer to you, Mr. Man?" I add in the last part just to piss him off and for him to possibly give me his name. Not that I have to have it or anything.

He throws his head back, his razor-sharp jawline clenching, "Will you stop calling me that." Mr. Man complains, it seemed like he was saying more than asking.

"You see, I would, but, I kinda don't know your name. Soo..." I elude. I remember one of my Tias telling me that if you want something from someone, you just keep bothering until they give in, or until they threaten you or something.

He rolls his eyes for the hundredth time and clears his throat while adjusting his position on the wall. "Do you call all of your patients that, Doctor?"

I look back at him for a brief second. I've finally removed the bullet and now all that's left is to stitch up the gash. "Nope, only the tall ones with dark hair and grey eyes who refuse to give me their name when I ask."

This was true because he is one of the only patients I've received that doesn't tell me their name before I operate on them and most of the time they have they're insurance cards so I can just look them up on my database. I guess he's just different.

The only reason I was letting this slide is because it's late and I'm tired and I want nothing more than to get in my car, go home, wear my pajamas, and catch up on my books and shows while eating junk food.

He shifts his weight from one foot from the other as he unbuttons the cuffs on his sleeves. "And you must get very many of those."

"Quite a bit actually."

It takes a little over an hour of silence before he sighs and reluctantly answers, "Spencer is my little brother." He still wasn't giving me an answer to my previous question, but this will do for now.

I move my eyes from him to Spencer and then back to him. "You were a mistake then, weren't you?" 

"Excuse me?" he questions, eyeing me skeptically.

"Your brother's fucking gorgeous and you- you're fucking hot." But I didn't say that, instead I said, "What happened to you? It's like your parents didn't even try with you." They did.

"I got hit by a truck and fell on my face on my bicycle and ever since then, I've never been prettier," he replies. Fuck, even his voice is hot.

Stop being horny, this man literally just threatened your life with a gun.