Her Anchor : The Caffeine Connection

His Handwriting

She was back in her postings the next day, and saw him standing there.

Okay, I am going to pretend like nothing happened.

“Good morning, sir,” she wished him and turned to keep her bag on the shelf.

“You're up early again.” He smiled. He knelt back on the bed in the room and drank water from his bottle.

She turned around to face him and leaned with her right hand on the shelf. She was standing with her left hand on her waist, flexing her hips.

Where is this guy looking? Why is he looking down, instead of making his usual eye contact?

She noticed that he was looking below her waist. It made her feel conscious and uncomfortable, especially after the previous night's conversation.

Is he a pervert like the other guys too? This department sucks and is infamous for them. But maybe I am mistaken, I feel he is different and deserves another chance. I should not judge him so soon.

“Hey, your zip is open.” He finally answered, keeping his bottle down.

She instantly looked down and realised that indeed, her fly was wide open. She turned around and fastened the zip of her jeans.

“Thank you”, she mumbled. She was super embarrassed and her cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

The corner of her ears blushed and she looked away. He left the room in a few minutes.

She wondered if she should speak normally with him after this incident, or should she speak at all with him.

God forbid such an obnoxious incident happens with anyone, especially with their crush.

She went on with the day, trying to act normal and forget the incident. She even tested him a thank you. At least he was decent enough to inform her on time when they were alone. Else she would have gone around exposing herself in front of everyone else, without even realising it.

He was so gentle and mild with her, empathetic and sensitive enough to check up on her afterwards on text. Just to make her feel comfortable and not conscious.

Of course she was freaking out inside, but he even checked up on me. He cared about her truly. He would do anything to make her feel at ease and comfortable.

And it was so hard for her to forget that moment, but she was glad that he informed her.

Because she had rather embarrassed  herself with an open zip in front of him than anyone else.

At least it was him. And she loved him.

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Can I see her file?”

She asked the mother of the patient on the bed. It was a little girl who was diagnosed with typhoid.

“How are you feeling now? You have been quite sad and irritable for a few days. Are you in pain?” She asked her, while going through her file.

Just as she was looking at the papers and clicking pictures, her eyes fell on a particular stamp with a familiar name.

It was him.

He had signed and stamped the investigation papers. She knew he worked so hard filling out those discharge summaries because she would often see him scribbling everytime in the doctor's room.

It had not even been a week since they were talking but she felt so familiar. And he was everywhere. Literally everywhere. 

She felt his energy around her all the time. Of course she would actually deliberately go to the doctor's room, just to have a glimpse of him. He too noticed her and when she would discuss the cases with her friends, he would listen intently and sometimes nod.