KILL ME HEAL ME

Chapter 4

The next day, Great arrived at the hospital to get his cast removed, and, as fate would have it, Dr. Tyme was the one assigned to handle the procedure. Tyme worked in complete silence, maintaining his usual professional demeanor, carefully removing the cast with precision and focus.

Great watched him, half-expecting a mention of last night's strange call, but Tyme didn't say a word about it. His expression was calm and unreadable, as if nothing unusual had happened.

The only sound in the room was the soft clink of tools and the occasional instruction from Tyme. It was clear he was committed to keeping their relationship strictly professional, despite Great's casual approach the night before. When the procedure was finished, Tyme stepped back and nodded. "You're all set. Just be careful with the leg for a while. don't put too much pressure on it."

Great smirked, clearly amused by Tyme's unshakable composure. "Thanks, doctor," he said as he got up. As he made his way to the door, he paused, turning back with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "By the way... I'm still keeping your number."Tyme sighed, his voice tired but resigned. "Do what you want."

"Okay, you said it yourself." Great's grin widened, like he'd just won some unspoken game. He turned back to leave but hesitated, closing the door again as if something had just popped into his mind.

"Can I ask you something, doctor?" Great's voice was unusually casual, as if the thought had just occurred to him.

"That's already a question," Tyme replied, his tone flat and indifferent.

Without missing a beat, Great dropped his bombshell. "Can you be my date to my brother's wedding? It's a month from now."

The sheer boldness of the request left the room in a brief, stunned silence. Great, a stranger to Tyme, had just asked him to be his date to a family wedding after knowing him for barely a day. He hadn't even bothered to ask if Tyme had a partner or was married, as if those details were irrelevant.

Tyme stared at him, expressionless, trying to process the sheer audacity. This kid was really shameless.

Tyme blinked, staring at Great as if waiting for him to laugh and say he was joking. But the playful smirk on Great's face remained steady, completely serious.

Tyme rubbed his temple, sighing heavily. "You can't be serious."

"I am. Besides," Great added, leaning casually against the door, "you don't have to do anything except show up, maybe smile a little. I'll handle the rest. Easy, right?"

Tyme shook his head in disbelief. "You're insane."

Great only laughed. "Maybe. But it could be fun."

Tyme didn't even hesitate. "No."

Great blinked, as if he hadn't expected such a blunt refusal. "Come on, it's just one night."

"No," Tyme repeated, his voice firm. "I'm not going to a wedding with you. We barely know each other, and this is absurd."

Great sighed dramatically, folding his arms over his chest. "You're no fun."

Tyme raised an eyebrow. "I'm a doctor, not your entertainment."

"Still," Great said, leaning back against the door, trying a more playful tone, "there must be something I can offer to make you change your mind. What about—"

"Nothing will work," Tyme cut him off. His tone made it clear that further negotiation was pointless.

Great groaned, clearly disappointed, but then a mischievous smile crept onto his face. "Well, you might've said no for now, but don't forget—I still have your number. I'm not giving up easily."