Belong

~Fifteen~

   I was putting on my clothes while Derek is brushing his teeth, "so...let's go sleep at your house tonight."

  He stopped brushing his teeth, "what?"

  I sighed, "I'm just wondering...why are we always sleeping at my house? Do you even have one?"

  He gave me a questioning look.

  I blew a puff of air.

  "A house. With a closet. With your stuff in it. Your personal stuff. Do you even have one of those?"  It's more of a trailer, but still a home regardless.

  He shrugged.

~-B-~

    "This guy belongs in Psych. What are you doing turfing him here?" Cristina muttered, I glanced at her with a small smile on my lips.  She had no idea how accurate that guy will be.

  A Psych doctor sighed from behind me, "He's my gift to you. Had a seizure two days ago and another one this morning."

  I turned from the x-rays, "What are you talking about? It says right here, 'he talks to dead people, his family things he's dangerous. They had him committed.' That's Psych, not Neuro." I said bewildered, it's more of his ability.

He isn't crazy, not like my situation at least. 

  Cristina asked curtly, "Man, didn't you go to med school?" He shrugged, and said, "yes, and unlike the correspondence school you attended..."

  "Oh, that would be Stanford, right?"

  "I learned not to jump to conclusions. Sorry, ladies. We can't take him back until he's cleared." He mumbled, and I rolled my eyes.

  I stopped Cristina from saying anything more, so the Psych doctor continued, "he thinks his seizures are visions."

  A voice interrupted our conversation, "hello! They're not seizures. I'm psychic." And Cristina scoffed, "of course you are, and I'm a chicken." She said in disbelief.

  I turned around while giving Cristina a look, "okay, Mr. Duff. We're gonna start our workup now."

  Mr. Duff grumbled, "Work me up, work me down, I'm telling you it's a waste of time."

  "Humor us then," Cristina grumbled.

  Mr. Duff went into a trance, and I smiled.

  He is seeing something.

  "Mr. Duff?" Cristina questioned, "someone..." he suddenly said.

"Someone's gonna check out. Bye-bye."

  Cristina huffed, "oh, man, he's nuts."

  "I'm dizzy, not deaf, lady. And I'm telling you, someone on the fourth floor is gonna die." He glowered at her.

  The PA system announced, "Code blue, fourth floor. Code blue, fourth floor."

  I smirked.

~-B-~

   I was walking next to Derek, "I barely knew anything about you."

  That, however, is a huge lie.

  "You know I'm from New York. You know I like ferry boats." He smiled at me.

  "What about your friends?"

  "I'm a surgeon, I don't have any friends."

  "Everybody has friends. I mean, who do you hang out with? What do you do on your days off? These are important questions." I huffed.