1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Sweet tomatoes (40)

Word count: 3907

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C) Connor (27). Sweet doctor. ( 6'3 150lb. Brownish blonde hair and grayish blue eyes) He's sweet and is known as a gentle giant only he has a very rough past and can be violent when threatened. Enjoys kids pets and teddy bears.

A) Philip (18)- angry closed off but has a love for cute things. (About 6'1 140lb long black hair and gray eyes.) Enjoys. Watching horror movies even though he gets scared easy.

Connor's POV

"Good morning Dr. Connor." Alice says and I smile warmly at the short cut blonde.

"Good morning nurse Alice, any one interesting today."

"Uh nothing that stands out. Oh there's a guy. I think he's like 18 you need to see." She says and I nod taking the clip board from her.

Phillip Smith, difficultly breathing.

I walk over to the room before pulling the curtain back.

"So Mr. Smith." I say looking up and suddenly I'm taken aback by the teen with long black hair. He looks at me before slowly pulling the oxygen mask off his face.

"Tell me why you're in here?" I say finally able to remember the things I was supposed to say.

"I'm pretty sure it's on that clipboard?" He says flatly and I smile.

"True. So you're having trouble breathing." I ask and he looks away.

"Actually it's better now." He says and I don't find that odd at all.

"Ok lay back I'm gonna check some things." I tell him rising the bed.

I put on a pare of gloves While he lays on his back and I take the time to scan his body.

With wide full shoulders but slimming body. Well built and fairly tall. At least six one.

I grab the wall light before turning to him looking into those gray eyes.

He make eye contact before looking away sharply which isn't uncommon.

"Please say ah." I say and he opens his mouth.

I look into his mouth to see his airways were still slightly inflamed.

"And when did this start?" I ask ask and he closes his mouth.

"I don't know about a week ago."

"Any new pets?" I ask and his face feels with fear.

"No." He says.

"Is it a cat?" I ask and he sits up.

"I've been around cats most of my life." He says and I sigh.

"You're allergic." I tell him and he looks as though he was getting ready to tear up.

"Now what. I can't get rid of her." He says and I sigh.

"She's making you really sick." I tell him and his eyes instantly feels with tears.

"My little sister's allergic to cats. So we could never have them. But I love them. So there isn't a shot or medication you can give me?"

"If you're throat swells then you could die." The first of many tears begin to fall.

"So I can never have a cat?" He asks and my heart starts to break. I don't even think he wanted me to answer.

"Hey. Calm down. I think I have an idea. But first you need to get rid of your cat." I tell him and he starts to cry more.