One

"Whats in you Dr. Stanford? What is behind those smiles and kindness?" I asked myself while I am waiting for my coffee from the machine. I've decided to stop my stalking activity because maybe Mila would notice my whereabouts.

"Don't move or i'll kill you." Said a familiar voice behind me.

I felt a hand on my side. I smelled his perfume, it is Craite I am sure. Murderer? A life saver and a killer? That is pathetic. Maybe I should accept the fact that he is one of the few good guys left.

"Kill me with what?" I answered back.

He is standing beside me now. Looking at him, he looks stunning even with just a scrub suit and his unbuttoned doctor's gown. It was always a new view when he is standing near me, my body jolts with an unknown cause.

"With my hands." He whispered in my ear.

Damn it! This is getting unbearable.

"Sweetest death I guess." I answered my throat was dry.

I wonder why my coffee is taking too long. He gave me a paper. I looked at it. It is a pill prescription. I blinked and read it again.

"I don't want you six feet under this early." He said.

I looked at him trying to read his thoughts. He wants me on pills, so probably the fucking will keep on going.

"Just under you I assume." I put the paper on my scrub pocket.