The next morning the sunlight wakes me up. It was a rather sleepless night. A hot night. I open my eyes and stare back into worried eyes.

"Hi." I greet him with a soft smile on my lips.

"How are you?"

"Have you been up all night?" I ask him back. Now I'm feeling guilty.

"You didn't have answer my question."

"The fever is gone...Thank God. And I feel...Somewhat okay."

"I'm going to call Meredith to check up on you this noon." he explains to me.

I open my mouth to say something, but I quickly close it as I feel my stomach turning around. Oh not again! I get up from the bed and run into the bathroom to vomit into the toilet.

As soon as I finished vomiting, I wash my face with icy cold water to get awake. But I don't feel better.

"This isn't good." I hear his voice echoing in the bathroom door.

I turn around and look at him. He's leaning against the door frame, wearing only sweat pants. God, how can a man look good in the morning?!

"I am fine." I say to him as I walk over to him.

He doesn't say anything. He just turn around and walk over to his phone.

"What do you think you're doing?" I ask him as he starts to dial a number.

"I'm going to call Meredith." he says to me as he puts the phone next to his ear.

I roll my eyes, "I am fine."

He doesn't answer me. Instead He turn around and walk out of the room.

I hear greeting Nick, who's doing the morning shift this week. It's been like this since three weeks. She is still walking around  the streets of Manhattan, probably enjoying her triumph over me- and my body.

As soon as he left the room, I feel my body temperature rising again. Fuck.

I sit down on the edge of the king size bed, trying to calm down. I close my eyes and let myself fall on the bed.

"Meredith will be here in five minutes." I hear his voice before I open my eyes. "She's going to take some blood, to make sure it's nothing serious."

"It's not serious. It's a simple flu, Richard." I explain to him in a calm voice.

"Either way, I'd like to know what's going on with you." he says as he walks into the closet to get dressed.

"Why are you getting dressed?"

"I have an appointment with my trainer in ten minutes." he explains, getting into training clothes. "Besides, I think Meredith and you should have some private time."

"You should introduce me to him."

"Who?"

"Your trainer."

"I will, if you want to."

"I do, I haven't been working out for six months. I need to get my body moving again."

"How about I'll introduce him to you in the New Year?"

I nodd, "Sounds good."

A knock on the door end our conversation.

Richard put on his shirt before he walks over to the double swing door. "I told Nick to go away for 30 minutes. I don't want Meredith to see the security and get worried."

I nodd and put a smile on my face as I see Meredith standing there.

"Glad you called me."  she says to Richard, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

"Come in." he says holding the door for her.

"Hi Meredith." I greet her smiling.

"My favorite patient. Hello Nicomaine." she smiles back.

"I'll leave you two alone." Richard says to us women before he leaves us.

"I'm just a little sick and Richard's is overreacting." I told her as I roll my eyes.

"Caring as always."

"Exactly." I say smiling. " I just had a fever the last couple of nights... It's been going up and down. One day I feel good and the next I'm coughing and vomiting and having a worst headache." I explain to her.

She nodds, "Okay how about I'll get some blood from you and I'm going to check if there's something serious with you going on."

"Sounds good." I say as I pull my arm out.

"I'll have the results in an hour."

"Okay..."

"So, how are you and Richard?"  she asks me grinning.

I grin back and shrugg, "We've been doing well..."

"So I'll be seeing you two at my New Year's Eve Party." she says as she puts the needle out of my veins.

New Year's Eve party? I answer with a shrugg, "I guess. He hasn't informed me about your party, yet."

"Oh He will. Richard's full of surprises." she says smiling to me.

"I've noticed."

"But you...I'm glad he  has met you, you know." she says, hugging me out all of a sudden.

"Okay..." I say a little confused, "I'm glad to have him as well."

"You know, when he came home the first time he seemed so lost....And now eleven years later it seems like he has found his destination- in you. He has changed so much since he met you. He is happier. He laughs more."

I smile, "I'm glad that I have such a positive effect on him."

"Positive effect? Maine, when I adopted him, he didn't talk to us for two months! Mitch, my husband at that time, and I thought we did something wrong. But we got him out of this really horrible family. A family who didn't give him enough to eat- I saw it right away when we first visited them. My heart nearly broke into a thousand pieces as Mitch and I waited three months before we could bring Richard home with us. And then he...He didn't talk with us for two months...It was a pure torture." she says to me, her eyes shinning sadly back at me. "Until we brought a piano. He was the first who played on it- not very well, but yet. He started to communicate with me. It was like music is the way to his soul.

A music teacher teach him how to play the piano within a month. I don't know how he did it- but he was amazingly good. Better than I could ever be. Then he learned how to play the violin after he saw a concert on TV with me. And then the guitar. By the age of eight he could already play three instruments flawlessly."

I smile. Poor little Richard.... "Would you like a cup of tea?" I ask her before I get up.

She nodds, "Yes,please."

 I smile at her softly before we walk into the kitchen. 

"Has Richard ever told you something about his past?"

"A little bit. But not that much. I guess, he doesn't want to talk about it...." I say as I put the water into the electric kettle. "I guess you are my only source."

She smiles, "Has he told you that his IQ is higher-than-average?"

I look surprised at her, "No." But then again, this man learned how to played piano at four!

"Well he has. He graduated at the age of sixteen from high school. He went to Harvard to study psychology. "

Richard and psychology?! "He didn't tell me that he has a doctor's degree."

"Well he has. But psychology bored him pretty soon. (A/N: No offense to those people who are taking up or has a degree on Psychology remember this is just only a fanfic story..thank you.) After he graduated from Harvard he went to Yale and studied something with business. I don't remember the correct name. And then he started building his own empire- all before his 24th birthday."

Wow. "That's...That's quite impressive." I say as I pour hot tea into two cups.

"And now he has you." she says smiling. "I mean, we all thought that he was a gay....." she trails of. Yeah the press apparently thinks the same. "He never brought any women with him. No women was good enough for him....Until you came into his life. How did you guys meet?"

"Well I interviewed him for the Yale Daily News. Originally Patricia was going to do that, but she got sick on the last minute. So, I had to do an interview with a man I knew absolutely nothing about."

she smiles at me, "I bet you're glad you made this interview with him!"

I nodd, "It's the best thing ever happened to me."

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