I Promise (A Connor McDonough Fan Fiction)

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By the time I got out of the operating room, it was already 8:45pm. The operation of our last patient took longer than we expected. I have no idea if Connor was still outside waiting, but I decided that I would text him once I get rid of these bloody gloves and I could get my phone in my locker. But then I remembered that I haven't had the chance to get his number. So I guess I'll have to text Thomas first then ask him for his number, then text him. Yeah, that'll work, I thought.

I entered the locker room for the resident doctors – where we place all of our things since we don't have our own clinics yet –, I walked up to my locker then entered my 4-digit code: 1118 (Connor's Birthday), then I got my clothes earlier. Yeah, Connor still means so much to me up to the point where my locker code is his birthday. I walked into the women's dressing room and changed out of my scrubs and into my normal clothes. I put away the scrubs in the basket that were meant for the hospital laundry, then I got my bag and books, and closed my locker.

I was making my way out the hospital, searching for my phone in my big, messy bag, when someone approached me. “Excuse me, doc, but are you a heart doctor?”

“I'm sorry, I'm just a resident doctor here. But you can go ask the nurse if there's an available cardiologist inside.” I said, not bothering to look up because I still can't find my phone.

“But it seems like only you could solve my heart problem.” This time, the mystery person lifted my chin up and made me look at him. “YOU are the only one who could fix me.” He said, putting an emphasis on the you, and he held my gaze for a long time. I missed getting lost in those gorgeous and striking blue orbs.

I would do anything to wipe off that smirk on that adorable face of his. “But I think you're searching for the wrong doctor.” I said, joining him in this whole thing he's playing. “I think you should consult a neurologist so he could fix that brain damage of yours. I think it's having some memory problems. You might be forgetting that you have a girlfriend, Connor.”

His smirk turned into a wince then said, “Why is that every single time I try to make you smile, you bring up that I have a girlfriend? I know that and as much as I would want to forget about it for some time, I couldn't because you keep on reminding me. Besides, she's not really my girlfriend. The public thinks she's my girlfriend but she's really not.”

“I'm sorry.” I said, suddenly feeling guilty for always bringing her up. I guess it's because I'm a bit bitter of the whole situation but I'll never say that to him. “It won't happen again.”

“It's okay.” He said as he took my books and carried them for me. “So what took you so long?”

“Our last operation took longer than we expected. Some complications happened in the process but the patient survived.” We walked out of the hospital and into the parking lot to search for his car. “You know you didn't have to wait for me. I could have just walked home. It's just like a 15-minute walk.”

“But then I couldn't let a pretty woman like you walk on the streets at this time of the night. Who knows what might happen to you.” He said, then he opened my door for me after getting my bag. He placed my things in the back seat then he went to the driver's side and started the car. I was expecting for him to take me home immediately but I found out that he had other plans when he took the opposite direction of my house.