[The Resident] ~~ Lucky

Lucky

"Randolph, that was not your fault."

"Then whos was it?!" Randolph said, storming into his office, Kit not far behind him.

"No ones. That man had a small chance of survival."

"He didn't die because of his chances, Kit. He died because of me!" Randolph ran his hands through his hair then pulled at the roots.

"Don't hurt yourself, Randy," Kit said, pulling his hands from his sweaty hair, and holds his hands in hers. "Don't blame yourself for the death of that man. The chances were very slim for him."

"I'm one of the best here! I am the best! His chances should've been higher! But instead I make one wrong cut and bang! He's dead!"

Kit can feel the pressure of his grip increase, but not to the point of hurting her. She squeezed his hands back, as if to comfort him. "What do you need from me Randolph?"

He looked up and met her brown eyes. "I don't know. It seems that I kill whatever I touch. It's like I'm bad luck."

Kit frowned. "Well you're not hurting me."

"I have a feeling I will, and I don't want that. You're the last one I want hurt. You've brought out the best in me. I hate to admit it, but you've made me a softer person too."

Kit chuckled. "You've always been soft. It's just you've never wanted to bring it out. Come on. I may be able to help calm you down a bit." She leads him to the couch where she takes a seat and invites him to sit with her. He sits, his hand still in hers. "Come on. Lay down." Kit slowly lays Bell down, his head resting on her lap. She then starts to rub her hands through his hair, relaxing Randolph immediately.

"How did I get so damn lucky to have you in my life?" Randolph said, eyelids slowly drooping closed. Kit didn't respond, she didn't know how to. If anything she was the lucky one here. He was a great friend underneath the pissy hard worker he was.

"I feel like the lucky one here," she said, smiling to herself.