Veronica's POV

"So this is the living room, the kitchen's that way and th- NO DON'T TOUCH THEM" I yelled, rather too loudly, when I saw him touching the vase with the beautiful flowers perfectly arranged.

Strangely, he neither jumped up nor flinched at my deafening tone. I'm pretty sure my neighbour's kids heard me scream and started cleaning their room in fear.

He just cocked an eyebrow while his thumb and index finger still had the petal of the red rose pressed between them.

I counted to 6 and took deep breaths before continuing,
"Uhm, actually, the flowers are arranged according to colours and and sizes. The roses are down, the red ones are on the extreme left, the purple ones are way up and slightly to the right and the big white ones are right in the middle. It- um- it irks me if they aren't arranged in the same pattern" I gave him a small smile while scratching my neck with my index finger.

Way to go Veronica, good job on the 'Welcome, hope u have a great stay' part.

He looked at me closely, as if examining me before nodding and going back to lazily scanning the place and this time, gratefully, without touching anything.

To say he looked handsome even in casuals was an understatement. He was dressed in a black round neck T-shirt and faded blue jeans. The muscles around his arm, chest and abdomen, that carved his well built body,  were clearly visible through the thin fabric. He looked like a man who had picked up heavy objects and put them down and then done that again a few billion times.

'How the hell did I end up in this situation' you must be wondering? guess what, me too!

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Later that day...

"Veronica? Honey, is that you?" I was fixing my makeup when she entered the washroom. She instantly came close and gave me a warm hug.

Lisa was my mom's best friend, infact my best friend too but when the tragic accident took my mom away, it took away my sanity too. She tried to reach out to me, console me, heal me but I shut her off. It's feels like ages since I actually talked to her. 

A warm, fuzzy, overwhelming feeling built up my chest and I hugged her back, choking back the tears. She ran her hands through my hair and cheeks with a glint of affection in her eyes while murmuring "so beautiful" and "there hasn't been a single day that I didn't think of you sweetheart"

We certainly had a lot of catching up to do, so, we spent the next twenty minutes right in the washroom, filling each other up with all the details. I was glad she didn't bring up anything about my mom.

When I told her about my internship at the hospital, she suddenly has a spark in her eye. She paused and thought for a while before taking my hands in hers.

" I have a favour to ask and it would mean the world to me if you would agree too it"  I instantly agreed, I mean it couldn't be that bad right?

Right?

"Its my nephew" she continued "He's recently in town and already got admitted to the hospital once . The doctors advised him to take it slow but that stubborn kid just doesn't listen to anyone, he buried himself into work as soon as he got discharged and i don't think he's taking his meds on time. The sweet boy has been through a lot, he's not very interactive but I understand why he does that. I cant help but get worried, god forbid if anything happens to him, I won't be able to forgive myself for not doing anything for him." she looked as if she was on the verge of breaking down.

" I strongly believe you can help him, you are a doctor, you know what has to be done, maybe you could convince him to take it slow. In a worse case scenario, if he gets an attack or a stroke again, you would be right there, besides him, to save him. I'm just asking for a few weeks hun, you can get back to your life after he gets better. I couldn't be there for you, it would break me if I wouldn't be able to do anything for him either" she choked.

I couldn't do this to her, it was clear she was suffering. If it takes, sharing a house with a total stranger for a few weeks, to make her feel better, I would do it a thousand times. Also, I'm a responsible doctor, I couldn't disrespect the oath i had taken.

10 mins later.....

I'm standing right in front of him and turns out he's not a total stranger. it's none other than

*drumrolls*

Mr Atlas River aka grumpy pants

'Is it too late to back out?'

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I came back to the present and gasped when I saw him pull out a certain something from his pocket.

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Physiotherapy - a treatment method that focuses on the science of movement and helps people to restore, maintain and maximize their physical strength, function, motion and overall well-being by addressing the underlying physical issues.

comment down, what you think Atlas is up to *wink wink*

Hope you liked this chapter. Stay tuned for the next one, things are gonna get much more interesting.

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