Demi

Once I practically ran back to my office, I locked the door and leaned against it, taking deep breaths. Mia's question upset me more than I realized. It was drawing me back flashbacks of him. A whimper escaped my mouth and I closed my eyes, trying to breathe. My phone beeped, 8 PM. Thankfully, it was time for me to clock out, but I was still on call. Normally, I would just get as much sleep as possible on the small couch in my office but i needed to be alone. Standing up, I wiped my tears and grabbed all of my things, then walked out, locking the door behind me.

As I walked through the lobby, the receptionist looked up, "On your way out Dr. Lovato?"

I forced myself to smile and nod, "They'll page me if I'm needed, I have a few things to do at home."

She blinked, as if perplexed that I even had a home, "Okay." I walked out and got in my car. It was dark and my vision was blurred from the tears threatening to fall, but I drove anyway, and finally allowed myself to sob. I was nearly home when all of the sudden a dark shape appeared in front of me and I hit it with a thud.

"Oh my God!" I screamed, slamming on the brakes and throwing the car in park. I jumped out and ran to the sidewalk. I gasped as the fading sunlight revealed Wilmer, lying shirtless on the ground, holding his arm, which was bleeding. "Wilmer?!"

He looked up shocked, "Demi?"

Any other day I would've flinched at the sound of my name but I dropped to my knees beside him, "Are you okay? Oh my god, what the hell are you doing, why are you running at night?!"

He winced as I attempted to pull his hand away from the cut, "What the hell are you doing running stop signs? I live over here. I don't have time to run in the morning."

I sighed, "Let me see your arm."

Wilmer shook his head, "It's fine. I don't even feel it."

I sighed, "I did go to med school you know." He hesitated, then handed his arm to me so I could examine it. I tried not to notice the feeling of his muscles underneath my fingers, and the way the veins in his wrists, trailing up his arms looked, but it was difficult.

"You're gonna need stitches." I murmured, then hesitated. "I have a kit at my house down the road if you'd like to save a trip to the hospital."

He examined the cut. "Superglue won't fix it?"

I smiled. "I'm afraid not, and since your blood is literally on my hands, I'd like you to receive better medical care than superglue."

He sighed and nodded, getting up. "I don't want to get blood on your car..."

I pulled out a towel and tossed it to him. "Keep pressure on it. Just get in."

Wilmer sat down carefully and looked around as I started my car. "What model is this?"

I blinked. "Uh... A BMW?"

He chuckled. "Figures. You have one of the best cars on the road today and you only know it's a BMW."

I smiled sheepishly. "I try not to get caught up in the materialistic things. It's just a car to me."

He rolled his eyes a bit. "I guess that's a good mantra... but it's still a nice car."

My smile widened. "I know."

We got to my house and Wilmer looked around silently, smiling at my collection of psychology textbooks on the shelves along with classic novels that were worn from constant reading.

"Sit here." I instructed, directing him to the kitchen counter. "Run water over it while I get the first aid kit."

He did as I said while I walked into the bathroom, checking my reflection automatically in the mirror. I looked frazzled, but over all okay. Grabbing the first aid kit and walking to the kitchen I saw Wilmer examining his arm and wincing as he touched the skin around it.

"We might need to go to the hospital if something's broken."

He flexed his arm and shook his head. "I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound."

I rolled my eyes and poured some hydrogen peroxide over it. "I'm sorry I don't have anything to numb it with."

He shrugged. "I have a nigh pain tolerance."

I mimicked his shrug. "You're funeral."

It took a while, because I was out of practice and he kept twitching, but eventually it was all stitched up, cleaned, and wrapped with gauze. Wilmer watched me work with a weird expression, and when I was done he looked up.

"You know... You really are beautiful."

I froze for a second, then laughed nervously. "Are you sure you didn't land on your head?"

He smiled slightly, then I felt it hand on my waist. "I'm very sure."

My breath caught as he leaned in, and suddenly he was kissing me. I exhaled slowly and pressed my body against his as he pulled me closer. My hands wound into his hair and my head began to spin. After a few seconds, he pulled away and the rush of oxygen cleared my head.

"You should go."

Wilmer looked down. "Right... sorry."

I shook my head. "It's not that I don't want to, but... it's unethical. I'm your daughter's doctor Wilmer."

He nodded. "I understand."

We stood there for a second, neither of us moving out of the other's embrace until I finally stepped away, biting my lip. "I am sorry about your arm. Come back in ten to fourteen days and I'll take them out."

He nodded. "Of course... Dr. Lovato."

With that, he walked out of the door, leaned me alone.

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