Wilmer 

It turns out, Demi was wrong. I didn't want to take my offer back. Of course, she messed nearly everything up, but adorably so. Every time I gave her a job she'd look up at me with big, puppy dog, brown eyes. 

"Can I just watch?" She whined, wrapping her arms around my waist, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. 

I leaned down to kiss her lips. "Nope. Come on. All you need to do is stir the pasta." 

Demi sighed. "You're just enjoying watching me humiliate myself." 

I shrugged. "It's pretty cute." 

She let go of me and rolled her eyes. "But I'm not trying to be cute." 

I mimicked her position. "You don't have to try. you just are." 

We stared at each other for a few minutes, before Demi' smiled cracked her facade, giggling as she playfully pushed past me. 

"Okay show me how to do this." 

I smiled. "Demi, you just stir it." 

She smirked. "I knew that." 

She began to stir and I went back to chopping up vegetables and making the sauce for the meal. 

"Fuck." Demi muttered, and I turned around with a sigh. 

"What'd you do?" 

She shook her head. "I'm fine. I touched the pan by accident and burned myself." 

I took her hand gently and blew air onto the red mark. "Go get some toothpaste from the bathroom." I murmured, and she gave me a quizzical look. 

"What?" 

I smiled. "Now it's my turn to play doctor. Minor cuts, burns, and scrapes are my specialty." I thumped my chest. "As a dad, I feel fully qualified to handle this situation." 

Demi rolled her eyes but walked into the bathroom. When she came back holding the toothpaste I had already gotten our the first aid kit. 

"So what exactly is this gonna do?" She asked, holding out her finger. 

"Shh." I used a q-tip to rub the toothpaste over it and wrapped a bandaid around it, then kissed the tip. "There." 

She examined her finger. "It doesn't hurt anymore." 

I nodded. "Voila! The magic of toothpaste." 

She just pecked my lips, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Thank you, Dr. Valderrama." 

I smiled, backing her up against he counter. "Anytime, Dr. Lovato." 

She leaned up, our lips just a fraction of an inch apart before she jumped away. 

"The pasta!" 

~*~

Demi

"Considering all the times I screwed it up, this is amazing." I gushed, as Wilmer and I sat down to eat. 

"Thank you." He said. "Can I get you something to drink? Wine?" 

I tensed, and forced a smile. "Water is fine." 

He frowned. "I'm sure I have some pinot noir in the fridge..." 

I shook my head. "I don't... I'm good. Thank you though." 

He shrugged and handed me a water bottle before sitting down. "Okay." 

We ate in silence for a couples minutes, until Wilmer spoke. 

"So why don't we talk about you tonight? I feel like I don't know much yet. I enjoy meaningless details." 

I shrugged. "I went to Stonybrook, in New York, to get my degree and did med school there too. I got good grades, and was top of my class because I never went our drinking or to frat parties. Then I got a job here. I'm one of the top psychologists at the treatment center, and-" I got cut off as my phone beeped. It was a 9-1-1 for Jessica Parker. "Oh my God." I whispered. "And I need to go. I just got a 9-1-1 for one of my sensitive patients. I'm so sorry." 

Wilmer shook his head. "No. Go. It's fine. I'll clean up." 

I stood and her did too, helping me into my coat. He grabbed his keys and we sped back to my house. 

"Thank you so much Wilmer. This was the best night I've had in a very long time." I rushed, getting out of the car and smiling at him. He got out too and met me in the front of the car. 

"I had an amazing time." He pulled me to him, kissing me deeply, but quickly, leaving me breathless. "If you don't want to be alone tonight call me. Or, just come over. Okay? I'll be waiting up." 

I nodded, leaning up to kiss him again. "I will." 

With that, I got in my car and drove off to Timberline Knolls. 

~*~

"What happened?" I demanded, as Emily met me at the door. 

"Dr. Stevens... He took Jessica downstairs." 

"What?!" I screeched, and practically ran there. As soon as I opened the door I could hear her screaming. My heart seized up as I ran down the stairs, thankful I hadn't worn heels. Dr. Stevens came into my view and if it weren't for Jessica screaming I would've murdered him right there. "I'll deal with you later." I snarled, and ran to the feeding room. 

It was a tactic reserved for extremely underweight patients who refused to eat under life-threatening conditions. The majority of the time we put them under a general anesthetic because of the pain. 

"Jessica." I whispered, watching her writher in the chair, her eyes wide. "Jessica, honey." I stood in front of her, holding her shoulders so she would look at me. The second she saw mt face she went completely still. 

"Why?" She croaked. "Why did you do this to me?" 

I shook my head. "No Jessica. This wasn't me. It've over. I stopped them. I stopped them. It's okay, it won't hurt anymore." 

She slowly calmed down and one of the nurses walked up, whispering in my ear. "Dr. Stevens didn't clear the procedure. He lied to us. He said she was allergic to the anesthetic. I'm so sorry. I can take her up to solitary if you want." 

She was an older nurse, and on the verge of tears. 

"I don't blame you. And don't take her to solitary. Two of you bring her to her room. Remove any sharp objects and watch her... talk to her. She'll be fine. Just take it easy." 

"Okay." 

I looked over at Jessica, putting my hand on her cheek. "Marsha and Tina here are going to take you up to your room now sweetie, okay? They're good. They're the good ones." 

Jessica shakily nodded and I turned around, the rest of the nurses staring at me. 

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go commit murder." 

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