Ethan- An Open Heart Story

Chapter 1- Another Headache

I wanted her out of my apartment.

I clenched my fists tightly to control myself and tried not to unleash any words upon my boss who was standing near the bedroom entrance, my bedroom entrance, and looking at me like we were about to be back adventurous in the bed. I slammed the blaring alarm shut.

It was supposed to be my day off, not my mood. I can't be asking for a simple moment of peace without the world ending upon itself, can I?

"Harper, will you please...leave me be? I had a rough night." I rubbed my face and requested in a tired voice, feeling the fresh stubble scratching my palms.

Harper didn't budged, rather narrowed her dark coloured eyes at me as if I was saying her to resign from her position, "Last time I was here, you were much more co-operating."

"Last time you were here, you were not my boss." I shot back and closed my eyes as the onset of headache took over. Lord, the perks of sleeping for four hours until your boss woke you up not only with a deprived tension but also with a foolish endeavour.

A resentful sigh escaped from her lips, demanding my attention back to her. I knew Harper was an attractive woman, with her tall and curvy figure not to mention those long legs which seemed to go on forever like fantasy. Her face was round, and her skin had the perpetual gleam like melted caramel. My eyes knew her better. My body knew her best.

"You can't just shake it off like that, Ethan! Just because I am your boss doesn't mean that things have to end together between us!" I hated that she sounded almost beat up. Harper was a very strong woman, a pillar which had held through the years of the hospital. I couldn't understand why she was so much eager to have something which was totally wrong. I replied her with the same reason,

"Look. You are my boss, and I am the fellow of the Diagnostic team. The things aren't the way they were, it's unethical and complicated, Harper. You and I both know the degree of wrongness which is erupting from this."

I knew I was testing her limits because her face flushed with anger and her eyes spit fire at me, trying to burn through the room to my skin. I closed my eyes again as another painful round of headache took over. Jesus, my body was becoming a harbringer of pestilence. It wasn't supposed to, but it was. I worked half of my day out in one way or other but guessed that wasn't enough.

Sunlight steamed inside my room, from the unclosed slider door towards the balcony, warming over the air conditioned climate. I frowned at it, remembering the stupid slip of my mind to leave that door opened. Even though I lived in the 30th floor, it would never stop the others from entering inside. And since I lacked everything what I once did, I would be...let's not talk about that.

Another day. Another headache.

"Degree of wrongness? Ethan, for Christ's sake, all your idiotic rules and regulations will give the constitution a run for money. I haven't been the Chief of Medicine for two weeks and this-" she motioned between us, "This thing we had for almost four years now would burn in flames?"

"You always made sure there were no feelings involved." I growled at her. She didn't knew what I felt for her, what I always did. And I knew what she felt for me since she had made it clear from the beginning.

She forced a smile at me, "Alright. If that's what you want, Dr. Ramsey. In that case, here are the appointment files for the latest interns. I am sure by the end of the day I can have the list to call them up. Have a good day."

"...Harper" I called slowly, feeling guilty for pushing her away like that. The irkness dissipated suddenly, replaced by a state of flint touch. I threw the covers away and got up, ignoring the pain waving across my head and fastened my steps towards her. She was quicker, and in no time threw a stack of manila folders on my couch before without looking back at me and banged the door closed.