Anastasia's wishes

Chapter 3 -Misunderstanding-

"In here," the baby's father answers.

"Oh my God, my baby. What happened, Nate?"

"I just came home from the office. And I heard her crying. She wouldn't stop crying no matter what I do. Her nanny didn't know what else to do. You're not at home. Mom is shopping for New Year's party. So I don't know what to do. I knew something was wrong with Shannon. She's not usually like this. That's why I rushed her to this hospital. Luckily it's open. I was scared because it's a holiday."

"Of course it's open, it's ER. Not some coffee shop," I mutter with a very low volume to myself, hoping no one heard it.

But I catch him glance at me and then smirk. So he heard me.

Damn

I'm embarrassed, I shouldn't be that loud.

"I was out because I was trying to buy her medications, Nate. I already took her to see a doctor this afternoon."

"Can I see her medication, Ma'am?" I ask, trying to make this quick. There were other patients that needed my help too. And this conversation is getting awkward.

"Yes, here they are. I'm Jenny, I'm Shannon's mother. Do you think she needs something else, doctor?"

"No this is enough. Your husband didn't mention to me that she already had her medications—" I answer but she cuts me.

"Husband? Oh my, Nate is not my husband, he is my brother, my husband is out of the country."

Oh. My. God. What did I do? I'm a bad person. I behaved badly to this guy. Thinking that he was the baby's father. I want to dig a hole and bury myself.

When I glance at him, I see him grinning at me.

"Okay, so take these medicines and if she doesn't get better in a few days, you have to take her to the hospital again. Do you have any question?"

When they don't ask me anything, I leave them. I don't dare to glance at him, because I'm so embarrassed at my self.

I bet he thinks I'm a bitch or an idiot. Or both.

When I just arrive at the nurse station, I hear someone called me.

"Doctor Brown."

"Yes?" I turn my head to see who call my name. And then I see the "handsome guy".

"I believe you owe me an apology." He smiles at me. HE HAS DIMPLES. That makes him 10 times more handsome.

"I'm sorry, sir. I've been rude. It's just—"

"Nathan."

"What?"

"My name is Nathan. Don't call me Sir. It makes me looks old. Let's have a date."

"What?!" Okay, I'm confused here. I was rude to him. Is he plotting for something?

"Tonight is New Years Eve. Let's go out. A beautiful lady like you shouldn't spend her new year's eve with working."

"I can't. I have patients. And why are you asking me to have a date with you?"

He takes a look at the crowded room and said, "Because I'm interested in you. Because not every woman has the nerve to talk to me like you just did. Because—"

"Nate, can we go home now? Shannon needs to go home," his sister calls him.

"Okay. I'm coming." He answers her.

"So it looks like we have to postpone our date, Dr. Brown." He says to me.

"I'm not going to have a date with you."

What if he just kills me? Sometimes rich people are crazy. What if he becomes mad and chop my body and throw it to the sea? Okay, I'm overthinking now.

"Oh, you are, darling. You are." And then he glances at my name tag.

"I'll see you soon, Dr. Anastasia Brown." Then he left.

There's no way a gorgeous man like him interested in me. I'm a nerd. I spend most of my time in hospital or watch Tv drama like House at my apartment. I don't understand fashion or makeup. I take a look of my face in the mirror.

Yup, here I am.

Just a normal girl with a scrub that every doctor uses. My blonde hair is in a ponytail and I use no makeup just a little lip gloss. I look like the usual me. The only difference now is my cheeks are pink. He makes me feel giddy. Clearly, he just plays around. He'll forget about me in 10 minutes.

Hopefully.