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The next few days rolled on to as unfitting to a movie as it could get.

We saw each other. Every day. Night. In bed. Sometimes more times than the previous night.

My new sneakers never met the asphalt and my nightstand had two water bottles instead of one, now that his wound had almost completely healed. He weighed way more than he looked.

I smiled fondly as I tied my hair up, the ghosts of his fingers still haunting me. In my hair and other places.

"Woke up on the right side of the bed for once?" Asked Craig, an R4 as he tied his shoelaces.

"You could say that." I smiled. Another reason would be that Kirby was slowly letting the reigns go, and had even reassigned the two interns to me, not that I wanted them.

I saw less and less of Kirby every day. Maybe he was guilty. Could a creature like him even feel guilt? Or even feel?

Sudden shuffling came from behind me, and I heard the words soon enough.

"Code blue. 206."

206 was mine. My eyes widened and I dropped the pen on the counter, running behind the crash cart.

It was a post-op appendectomy. What could have gone wrong?

I wondered as I pushed through the crowd and saw the 2 interns standing by the bed and holding a lead.

"It fell off." He said sheepishly, and reattached it to the chest, and the monitor beeped to life.

"Sorry." The other one apologized as the code team pulled out, and I rested my hands on my hips, shaking my head at them.

"You didn't think to check his pulse before calling it?"

"I couldn't find it, Dr. Meyers." He looked explanatorily at the wide wrist of the still unconscious 300 lbs man.

"Then you check the carotid, James. How many times do I have to tell you this?"

"Dr. Meyers to ER. Dr. Meyers to ER." I sighed and  motioned for them to follow.

Just when I thought Kirby was finally letting up.

I took my frustration out on the clicker pen, testing its limits as we rode down in the elevator, complete silence behind me. Yeah, I'd be quiet too.

I hoped to see Dr. Perez already waiting to greet me, but she was nowhere in sight. He wasn't even informing her now? I wish he had a DNR.

I headed up to the nursing station and they simply guided me to the common bay for a "follow up."

I frowned, wondering if the biker who slashed his thigh was back already. I pulled the curtain aside and froze.

"Detective." I said as professionally as possible before he could, moving my eyes to the two knuckleheads behind me, hoping he'd get the message.

"Hey, Doc." He smiled, glancing at my lips when I licked them. He needed to stop.

"It's been a week."

"Yes, it has." Breathe. "Any trouble?" I asked, willing him to wipe that smirk off his face.

"Yeah, remember when you told me no sex for a week?"

"I don't remember saying that." I chuckled, speaking to him with my eyes again, but he would not let up. If I didn't know him better, I'd say the son of a bitch was enjoying it.

"Well, I met this great girl."

"That's fine." I said loudly, going over to peel off the gauze.

"Couldn't help myself."