Love Gone Wrong

He raised an eyebrow at her then chukled with a small smile.

"Trust me- I know very well who tried to kill me. Theres no need to involce the police in it." he said.

The nurse opened the door with the wheel cair and slipped it in, closing the door behind her asshe left, gettign quite a scary look form her employer.

"Excuse me?" Veronica blinked, "You mean, you have no issue idenitfying the person who nearly murdered you? And there's no reason to involve the cops?" She questioned, "Is that what I just heard? Your on your meds, you seriously cant be thinking stright." She sat up stright, and crossed her arms. "Im sorry sir, "But dont you want to get back at the person who hurt you? Your still going to require plastic surgery for what that person did to you."

She stood up, and walked over to her coffee maker, and poured herself a cup of coffee. "And what does mjy pay have to do with anything sir?" She questioned, looking over her shoulder at him.

"I'd like to up it." he stated. "To what ever you were making at your old job." he smiled. it looked odd. half of his face looked almost angelic- the other was burnt and glossy form the burns. "But im well within my rights to deside not to press charges." he said. "I do not plan on getting plastic surgery either." he stood u- using the chair for support. "That would be a waste of money I can give to someone who needs it more." he stratened himself, standing bear foot in her office.

what an odd boss she had.

"Dr. Mc.deam will be on tonight- so you can go home to rest." he informed her.

"Thank you sir." She replied simply, completly shocked about his reaction over everything. She'd come from L.A, the land of fake beauty- where people strived to be perfect. She was even shallow, only dated the one's that fit her standards. She rubbed her forehead, and then came to- realizing she could go home and relax.

She grabbed her coat, she switched out of her posh flat bottem shoes- for her long heeled open toed shoe's. She ore brand name clothes, wasted her money on various purses- anything that could help fill that emptiness. Clothes helped. She wrapped her scarf around her neck, it was starting to get a bit cold out as it was turning fall.

She lightly bit on her finguretip as she walked down the hallway towards the side exit, men caught her eye's- but she just kept walking instead of stopping to flirt. Why encourage herself? She hailed a cab, and went home to her nice apartment on the better side of this small city.

She unlocked the door, and flipped on the light switch. She slid off her shoes and hung up her coat with her scarf. Empty, she felt empty.

he winced and worked his way over to the chair, sitting down.

the nurse in the hallway came in and took him back to his room- only half scolding him for pushing himself so soon after surgery.

He winced as they went, rubbing his chest very lightly- not wanting to make it bleed. it was hard to breathe too deeply, the bullet having grazed his left lung.

--The next day...

Veronica had only got a few hours of sleep before she had to get up, and go back there. She took a quick shower, and pulled her long hair back into a messy bun- and let her bangs fall carelessly where ever they landed. She put on light make up, and grabbed some comfortable clothes. Het cute heels to wear to work, and matching scarf- she always looked good, even when she didnt try very hard.

She arrived a few minutes early, and waved at Kristen as she walked by the nurses station. She balanced her purse, coffee, and her clipboard in one arm- while her breakfest and keys in the other.

She unlocked her office, and tuned on the light- she set her things down and switched out her shoe's. "Dr. Mcdeam must be tired from working all night-" She thought randomly as she slid on her flats.

Her beeper rang, calling her to the ER, followed by a 911. Probobly a car crash or something.

Dr.Mcdeam frowned, shouting out orders, running along side the gurnie. A small child, a little girl, had fallen down a flight of stairs split her head open. The parents haddnt found her untill morning- leaving the poor child unconchious like that over night- letting her fall into a coma.

Veronica frowned, her days never seemed to start off good- at least anymore. Veronica bit her lip, closed her eye's for a moment before standing up. She rushed down to the E.R, oh- Dr.McDreamy was still here. That was a plus. Sadly one of her personal flaws was that she was a complete pervert.

"That poor girl." Veronica frowned as she stood over the comatos child. "We need to also do a cat scan, make sure she's not braindead." Veronica picked up the clipboard that was on the door, and scanned over it.

"Theyre already getting that set up." he told her, making sure the IV and blood drip were going. "Her skulls be fractues in thee places, and she was there- parents guessing- about 6 hours." he frowned. "it woudl be a merical if she pulls out anythign more than a vegtible."

"Pity, seems almost pointless- but its our job to try." She said dully, "Anyways, it looks like you have everything handled here." Veronica set the clipboard back, "What did you page me down here for? Something else with a 911 call?" Veronica brushed her bangs back out of her eye's, and brought hr fingure up to her lip- waiting for his answer. Even doing something simple, she still looked seductive.

"The ambulence will be here in a few moments." he said. "A few drunkards lit off an M80- endded up causing a car fire." he said. "Two adults one baby- the infants already gone but the parents shoudl both be in critical when they get here." he said. "You can take over the little girl or take them."

Veronica looked down at the little girl, she knew she hardly stood a chance- and she hated to loose her patients. "I think I'll let you continue caring for her." She looked up at him, and smiled. "I guess I'll go see the status on that ambulance." She walked out of the room, and over to the E.R's front desk. She spoke with the woman, and nodded- she started to walk towards the emergancy operation room to get ready.

They were a bloody mess, she had to drug them both up- and they shared a room as they both rested up after surgery. A shame they'd lost thier child. Veronica saw tragedy every single day, it somehow made her real life tragedys seem bearable. Veronica got a water bottle out of a vending machine, and took another anxiety pill.

"Hes on the roof." a woan was saying to another as they passed her.

"Oh no.... so then that girl didnt make it?"

"No- I guess not." the nurse frowned. "I dont know why he blames himself all the time... it isnt his fault- he coudlnt have dont anything more to help." they went back and fowarth talking.

Apparently she ahd guessed right. the girl Mc.Deam had under his care had died.

Veronica frowned to herseld, 'On the roof?' Veronica walked away from the vending machine- and headed for the stairs. She walked up several flights before making it to the ceiling. She opened up the door, and walked out- it was a bit chilly out but the fresh air was nice. She walked over to the ledge, she didnt see Dr. Mcdeam- so she placed her hands on the railing and looking out. The view consisted of the parking lot, and buildings.

She wondered where he actually was, and why she was trying to find him? She of course knew why. She was seeking him out. She wanted to catch his attention. She just couldnt help herself.

"Careful- its slipperyon the edge." a mans voice said behind her.

She had walked past him, sinde he was standing on the opposit side of a vent.

He looked uneasy, biting the knuckle on his left thumb idely as he watched the sun rise.

"I heard about the girl." Veronica turned to him, "Im sorry- I should have taken that case so you wouldnt have had to worry..." She frowned, and looked over her shoulder towards the sun. "I figured she was- well- anyways." She changed the subject, "Its nice up here." She walked over to him, and smiled up at him- since he was taller then her. "Well you probably want your alone time." She placed a hand on his chest lightly, "But if you need anyone to talk to-" She sounded desprate she though, though she felt as if she really was desprate.

"Im here." She smiled again as she went to step past him.

"Thank you." he said and looked over as she went to the door. "Dr.Valentine." he frowned. "As a word of caution- I wouldnt advise speaking with Mr. satnaf alone." he said and looked back to the sun. "Hes a known womanizer."

Veronica stopped, and she turned to face him. "Oh? Are you concerned about me Dr. Mcdeam?" She questioned, acting playful. "Im a lonely doctor who doesnt have much time for herself, I'd say I have needs." She teased with a charming seductive smile. "I dont think you have to worry about Mr. Satnaf." She giggled, lightly grabbing onto Mcdeams tie.

"Oh I know I dont have to worry." he said and smiled down at her charmingly. "However you should. His wife is pretty vicious some times if she thinks someone is movingin on him." he warned.

"And what about your wife?" She questioned, strightening out his tie. "I bet she gets jealous as well." Veronica stopped, she knew she was now misbehaving. "Excuse me." She smiled at him, and went to the door- leaving the rooftop. She breathed out, grabbing another anxiety pill. 'God Im so horrible-' She breathed in, and fixed her hair while she walked down the stairs.

She walked back to her office, she'd just made it there when her pager went off. It told her to go to Mr. Satnaf's room. She thought about what McDeam had said, and then remember she was quite shallow- and that she deffinatly wouldnt want to get involved with her boss.

She walked down the hallway to his room, she opened the door- and moved the curtain out of her way. "You wanted to see me?"

"That would be my page." the nurse said and looked over frowning. "Hell listen to you- could you please get himback in the bed to rest?" she begged.

The long haired man was typing away by the window, a frown plastered onto his half burnt face. The oly side she saw was the angelic one though. He made Mcdream look like a Mc Night mare... His skin was pale and perfict where it haddnt beenscoartched and his green eyes made for perfict accents.

"I doubt that." Veronica said, more or less to herself. "Will you excuse us then?" She asked the nurse, and walked over to Mr. Satnaf. "Hello sir, you should be in bed- you'll heal quicker that way. Cant you use your computer in bed?" She questioned, knowing from the night before that he was stubborn.

"Your hair needs to be washed as well." She observed, "I can do that for you."

"..." he looked over and frowned, closing his lap top, folding his hands ontop of it. his left hand was wrapped in a glove of gauze. "I have no desire to stay in a bed for the next 3 weeks." he said. "The view out of the window is better upclose anyway." he said in almost a dreamy voice. It wasnt as harsh as it had been the day before- though still deep and powerful.

He sighed and moved the computer, getting up, using the arm rests to support himself. His legs were wrapped up under his slacks- apparently he insissted on clothes- the muscle so severly burnned that they didnt move easily. Infact they estimated maybe a year of more for all of the burns to heal if he waited it out naturaly like he said he would.

"Your a doctor, Miss Valentine- not a maid. I can wash my own hair." he stated.

He looked like the type of person who might be the coatch of a pro football luege- cheering them on and telling them that they could win- but if they lost the type who would just shake and hang his head. The kind where his disapointment hurt more than his anger.

That was a characteristic of leadership.

"Yes, but it seems the nurses havent been doing thier job- or they maybe dont have time to." Veronica stated, "But if thats what you want, then forget about it." She went over and picked up his clipboard, seeing his progress. "Are you feeling discomfort when you move?" She questioned, turning to look at him.

She stood up stright, one hand on the clipboard and the other hand was placed on her hip. She looked from the clipboard to him, she deffinatly didnt look like she belonged in a hospital- but she was damn good at her job.

She started to feel a bit anxious, which she did everytime she was put in a situation of stress- which trying to do her job while pleasing your boss was always stressful. But she didnt want to take any of her pills infront of her boss. So she just acted casually.

"You look like a teacher about to scold me." he smiled at her. He might as well have been named adonis.

He sat on the bed. "I can hardly feel my feet- which is better than feeling them hurt I supose." he looked up at her with his dazzeling green eyes.

The door opened and a woman with long strawberry blond hair stepped in. she had sharp blue eyes and wore a bright red blazer, red pumps and a skirt. She brushed past Dr.Valentine and over to the man sitting on the bed. "I heard you were here and had to come see." she said simply.

"Oh... And I supose you were hoping to pull the plug- right darling?" he asked innocently.

She frowned and slapped him across the face, knocking him onto his side on the bed, wincing horribly. If you have ever touched a burn, let alone hit it- you know how baddly it hurts. She looked this side of enraged. "You slimy pice of shit." she hissed- totaly disreguarding the doctor in the room with them.