The clocks on the wall of your office/room were ticking as you paced back and forth.

Other Moderators have already set out to check on their patients and operators, Oh but not you!

You had your own little system actually.

You monitor the patients' death, and once one dies, you scurry over to check the said object's operator and on the patient before proceeding to check everyone on that floor only.

Besides the place was pretty much endless; so you couldn't bring yourself to check everything everyday.

The floor you end up checking the most was the floor mostly with Charger Blocks.

And the operator you had to check on oh so frequently? Michael.

It was funny at first ; but Michael is taking his job way too seriously. Well he wasn't all like this.

See, Charger Block was one of the more "Accident Prone" Objects out there. He died alot, a deathcount of 839.

You stayed with Michael after he got recovered.

" And I thought hell was non-existant but-- GAH! "  He ranted, banging a hand on his desk.

" Now maybe if you were more patient. "  You lightly scold.

" Wh- [ Y/n ] , HOW?! Everytime he dies its the SAME!! IT NEVER CHANGES!! ' Where am I?! What is this place?! Is this hell??! ' !! It sure IS HELL when He's here!! "

Michael Snapped.

You couldn't help but laugh.

" Well that sounds better that having to go on and on endlessly to monitor everyone really. "  You day, trying to make him feel better.

" Wh-?! I would rather do what you do! Keeping everyone in-line ; monitoring the others ? It sounds like its better than being stuck here with a object that dies every week!! "

Michael rants.

You laugh again , turning to Michael with a small smile.

" You have a lot of potential Michael ; we both know that. But for now your job is to operate the recoveries of your patient , which in turn you may not enjoy this , but you were asked to do so because the others trusted you , Including me. "

You encourage. He looked at you with slight amusement.

" You trust me ? That's rich considering you show up every time my patient dies. " He laughed slightly.

You pat him on the back.

" Because that's my job. " You shrug.

" It's my job to make sure you and your patient are doing alright ; and my job to make sure the recoveries go smoothly aswell. " You tell him.

" ..... I guess that's fair ..... "  Michael sighed.

You smiled. " That's Good. You understand. "

" Why wouldn't I understand ? We're friends after all. " Michael said.

He hesitated as he spoke, looking away from you.

He didn't really do friends anymore, hell.. he barely talked to Sean and Noah ; but why was he so different with you?!

It was odd to him, the fact that he was cold with the others but was open when you were near him or even just with him.

Maybe it's because you're in a higher standard than him? Yeah- maybe that was it! He only acted that way to give you a good impression on him! Right?!

Nope! He was- he was genuine. He hated it too. Its like announcing that he'd been wearing his heart on his sleeve!

No- no- it's not professional to fall in love , especially when the one you have a crush on is the person who's sort of like a boss Michael!!

He mentally scolded himself as he felt his face warm up the longer he made sure he wasn't looking at you.

" Hello ? Michael ? " You ask gently, trying to snap him out of it.

He flinched slightly, looking back at you, his face slightly red.

Concerned, you place a hand on his ' forehead ' .

" Michael are you okay ? Your feeling kind of-- warm ? " You spoke, your worry evident in your tone.

Wait , can operators and moderators even get sick ? Whatever ; you'll ask someone  later.

Michael nods.

" Yeah ! I'm fine [ Y / N ] . Just a little dizzy right now. " Michael lied.

You could tell he was lying , but you shrug , taking your hand off of his forehead and smiling down at him.
( As he was sitting down the whole time )

" Alright then Michael ! I'll be heading off . Take care okay ? I don't want you going crazy over your patient. "  You joke , waving goodbye as you turned to the door to leave his room.

" Okay , I'll try " Michael deadpanned , waving back at you.

You both said your goodbyes ; the moment you vanidhed down the hallway, Michael banged his head onto his desk in frsutration.

" Out of everyone why'd it have to be them ?? " He grumbled to himself.

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