Gavin Lincoln - 20 years old (up top)

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***Gavin's POV***

"And then, I saw him. THE Sebastian Royals, swoon." I explain meeting the hottest man to ever grace the Catwalk. Stephanie and Gail smile while I fan myself dramatically.

"I would have thought that you would have your eye on his hot manager. That man is a Greek God. He's so tall. He's so dreamy." Gail blushes while describing the elusive manager that I have yet to meet.

I did all of my research. I have scoured all of the tabloids and the internet. Without a name, Sebastian's manager is a mystery for me. Honestly, all I know of Sebastian comes from the internet, magazines, gossip and his chart. I haven't actually met Sebastian, yet.

"He's not gay." Stephanie chimes in.

"Oh, Sebastian is one-hundred percent gay. He goes on and on about this guy named Mark that he met one steamy night right before he checked in to this very hospital. It is the tale as old as time. His treatments prevented Sebastian from telling Mark how he feels. Mark lives in New York, none the wiser, that Sebastian has been fighting for his life here in Italy." I dish the scoop because gossip is like my whole thing. It isn't my gossip to tell. I overheard Rand, the other male nurse on this floor, telling Sophie about it.

"Don't you three have patients to attend to?" Dr. Reins smiles while gently chastising us. He knows the drill. We speed through the patients we don't particularly care for, give our favorites our undivided attention and then meet up for tea-talk every single chance we get. We work twelve hour shifts. There has to be a reasonable amount of time allotted for chit-chat. Not that it matters, we make time for tea.

"Actually, we were just about to clock in." Gail whispers our excuse while me and Steph laugh. We already clocked in. I would feel bad if this wasn't the last few days of my clinicals. It has been a rough summer. I had to rush to graduate early. This internship/clinical opportunity was once in a lifetime. I had to do both online and physical classes just to work on the cancer floor. I don't even get my diploma until I get back to the Hamptons. It has been grueling.

"Good, someone go grab my coffee. The other two of you need to catch up on the charts. We have a floor full of patients who spend a lot of money to have nurses that are well versed with their care. Make sure our patients are getting what they paid for." Dr. Reins walks away after giving us the third-degree, again.

Sheesh, over-kill.

"You know he is just being so stern because he is going to miss you." Steph nudges my shoulder before piling a stack of charts into my arms.

"One would think that if you were going to miss somebody the least you could do was go easy on said person." I wipe a small amount of spittle off the back of my hand after realizing that I hissed out the last word of my sentence while trying to speak softly enough that it sounds like I mean it for the girls. In reality, I am yelling across the desk because I WANT Dr. Reins to hear me.

"You don't like it easy, Gav. You like it when a man takes control." Gail peeks her head around the corner. A waggle of her eyebrows sends Stephie into a giggle fit. They are both so immature.

"You two need Jesus or Lucifer. Take your pick." I step my feet into gear with my charts in tow. I shake the charts as I walk towards the common elevators.

I could use the private elevators meant for the doctors. However, I have listened to their "gossip". It is boring. Everything from dinner plans to patient cultures are high on the list for priority conversations. I would rather hear about Aunt Edna finding her fake eyelashes in the church potluck or how Cousin Gregory came to dinner in white pants after Labor Day. Honestly, the doctors around here are plain boring.

The elevator door opens, no one is in the small metal box. I step forward, breathing a sigh of relief that the ride down to the break room will be quiet. I love my friends, but sometimes you just need a moment to exhale.

As the doors close, I begin to think of the next few days, weeks and months. I really didn't get to be on the receiving end of a whirl-wind romance while in Italy. I truly underestimated the amount of schoolwork I would be weighed down with. I mean, I did spend countless nights partying. However, the college parties just don't attract the type of man I enjoy. I don't need a twenty-something kid. I need a big strong man. I can be a handful.

The sharp ding of the elevator chime alerts me that someone is here to intrude upon my ME time. The rude, ass, motherfucker, with a butt made of steel, steps back too far and clips my right shoe with his heel. I wait a few seconds for an apology before whispering "sorry" in a clipped tone. I hate people who don't pay attention to others.

The tall man just turns his back towards me while impatiently waiting to get back off of the elevator. You are in a hospital my dude, there really isn't a necessity for being rushed. It's not like you are saving lives or anything. My eyes roll as my own thoughts remind me of how much sass I bring to the table. It is a good thing that I have got so much going for me. My attitude is going to get me into T-R-O-U-B-L-E one day. That is a guarantee.

I attempt to sniff my armpit to make sure that I am not offending the jerk who seems off-put by my mere existence. Moving towards the front of the elevator, I am determined not to intrude upon the obnoxious villain. I just need to get out of this crevice before he pops my head off of my petite little frame.

"What floor?" I whisper, quietly. I am deeply offended by the lack of enthusiasm this man is showing towards me. After all, I am a fucking catch. Anyone would be lucky to let me grace them with my extreme cuteness. This fucktard is missing out.

A grunt comes from the stranger as he barks "Exit" in my direction.

I nod my head, softly breathing out an "okay" before pressing the button for the main floor, which holds the entrance, cafeteria and the gift shop. Our hospital has one of the most elegant eateries. People come from all over the city to enjoy the food made in this hospital. I have enjoyed plenty of meals both alone and with my girls.

The silence resounds loudly for me. The tall man just lets irritation come off of him in waves towards my general direction. I cannot fathom how my little body is so frustrating for someone I have barely spoken too.

Once the doors to the elevator pop open, I make myself even smaller still. As my body presses tightly against the elevator wall, I watch as the man in front of me takes large strides towards the double glass doors that invite sunshine to penetrate the cold nature of our sterile building.

I let all the stress of the short encounter release from me as the doors close once again and quickly deliver me to the floor that has our break room. I walk quietly into the room while attempting to wash away the tension from my most recent encounter.

I know the ambiance in a place like this isn't exactly a parade. But you are best to try to find any semblance of joy while facing the reality that a hospital provides.

Sitting down in the break area, I read over a few of the patient's notes. It's nothing new. Everyone here is long-term. They are all fighting deadly diseases. One of the reasons I chose this particular place was because most of those patients will either be cured or have an increased quality of life, at the very least. I don't like depressing shit. Death is not what gets my panties in a bunch.

The door to the break room opens. I am not nervous. This room doubles as an office because the wing is way too small. Most of the common areas are over-run with nurses taking naps. This break room is the only place where being quiet is an option.

"Sebastian Royals is being discharged this week. We need to make sure he goes on walks. I want him ready when he goes." Dr. Reins fills most of the doorway as he gives me the departing instructions for one of my favorite patients.

Sebastian has not been my patient, yet. I rotate in and out of patient's lives. There was so much to learn this summer. I didn't get any time with Sebastian at all. I hate that. I am a huge fan. Luckily for me, it just so happens that I have somehow missed discharging most patients. This will be a quick catch-up course for me. Sebastian gets to be my guinea pig.

"I will make sure that he is mobile and prepared before he leaves." I assure Dr. Reins.

"Gavin." Dr. Reins catches my attention with the softer tone of his voice.

"Yes, Dr. Reins?" I look directly at my mentor. I appreciate the opportunity to work with such an incredible man.

"Spend as much time with Mr. Royals as possible. I think you may like his manager." Dr. Reins winks as he walks away from me.

Well, isn't that some shit. Stephie was right.

Deciding that I won't need all of the other patient's updates, I grab Sebastian's chart and head down the hall to his room. I will make sure Sebastian is at his best before he leaves. I don't want anything to prevent him from one day reuniting with Mark.

I knock softly at the Sebastian's door before letting myself in.

"He is getting really tired of these walls." The woman informs me. I nod my head in agreement. It happens to everyone.

"Well, that is what I am here for." I send a wink to the woman who has to be related to Sebastian. She is pure beauty, and he happens to look just like her.

"Sebastian." I address my patient. He is going to be my favorite one. How could he not be with a face so pretty. Sebastian barely notices my existence. I am getting a little tired of that today, if I am being honest.

"Today we are going to get you some fresh air. We would like it if you tried to walk. But, if you can't, we can wheel you through the facility and outside to the gardens." I explain the reason for my being here.

"Sure, What's your name precious?" Sebastian finally lets me know that I am actually in his sight. A tiny blush warms my cheeks. I act embarrassed when I am truly just grateful for the attention. I needed a little self-esteem boost after my morning.

"Well, lucky for you I am in a fantastic mood." Sebastian lies. I already know he is lying but I decide to do a little fibbing on my own.

"Is that so? Well, I guess I am lucky." I smile sweetly while the fabrication continues to build in my head.

Sebastian let's out a "yep" with emphasis on the "p".

"Interesting." I tease with a giggle. Boy, I am going to hell for this next one.

"How so?" Sebastian shifts in the bed while I try to get him ready to get out of bed.

"Mr. Alex just warned me you are feisty today." I lie. My stomach starts to flutter at my dishonesty. This could go terribly for me. I haven't even met the man.

"MR. Alex?" The tone in Sebastian's voice tells me to abort mission. I have made a fatal flaw.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Carson." I back track quickly so I won't get caught. Shit, I should have gone in a completely different direction.

"Oooooh, you have a crush." Sebastian sings towards me. The knot in my stomach releases slightly. This, I can work with. I hope, anyways.

"No." I fumble reluctantly. "I mean. Yes. No. Maybe." God, embarrassment is strong and real at the moment. I don't fucking actually know the dude. How do I pretend to crush on him? If I could face palm without giving myself away right now, I totally would. I need to learn to shut the hell up.

"It's okay, I won't tell." Sebastian uses his charm by impactfully winking at me. Hell, I may have a crush on Sebastian. Alex who?

"Let's get you moving, Mr. Royals." I change the subject before I can dig myself any further into this profound lie.

I focus on helping Sebastian get up so that I can maintain my lie with dignity but, still do the job at hand.