Perhaps Meant To Be's Our Specialty.

Abigail's Point Of View.
"Is everything okay in here?" The female doctor who was addressing us before I had gone ahead to make a fool of myself, showed up. Her eyebrows were raised, probably at the proximity at which we stood. It was crazy. Ridiculous. Everything about today was and if I was being honest, I just wanted to leave. But at the same time, I didn't want to leave. Did that make sense? A part of me longed to be left alone with Jack again. A part of me wanted him to finish what he had been up to.

t know whether to laugh at that or be upset. "We were just talking. I was telling the intern that she needs to

You took quite a mighty an

before I say jack." I said, chuckling. Alone. Why did I do that? I had nothing els

p here?" Her smile deepened. Hold on a second, Kiki? Where did that even come from? "For some reason, I have more confidence in you

s fist on his waist, frowning, "Wait, so

aid. Besides, y

ent always made a show for itself whenever he showed affection. I had to look away or I would burn a hole at the side of the lady's face. Maybe they

ould let you into a new opportunity. You know, eye service and stuff." She said and they both chuckled.

The lady doctor didn't take her eyes off him, though. Yup. She had to like him. Otherwise, why was she suddenly twirling her hair around her pinky finger and giggling to the air in front of

ed softly, trying to mask the emotion I felt w

H

already know. I mean, duh, I'm standing here after all." She laughed I smiled. Awkwardly.

s really nice to

of the docs here don't. I'm not going to beat around the bush, if they don't like me, it's because I'm as serious as my career. My roles are j

hat was it. Tha

retty much just you. And a lot is going to happen. A lot that you didn't bargain for. A lot you didn't see coming and sometimes I might lose it too, but that doesn't shouldn't take the specialness of the thing we bo

hope that upon this information, I don't st

ep my left foot from tapping crazily. What were the odds that she knew my parents? Was that why she was being a little bit nice to me? Becau

*

ding. I immediately spotted Arty, pouring coffee from the machine that sat at

ng much brighter

r for my own good," I said and she c

ur eyebrows

off the machine, and t

hing that you don't want to

sick girl. There's

anything, you shouldn't stare at me that way, it seriously only leaves me so curious and curiosit

ng going on between Doctor Heartland and you." I tried hard to keep my expression simple, even though my palms felt re

ed in, waiting for me to drop the gossip bomb. "He's one of Neuro surgeons here and is going to train a whole l

ty, you had me spiked up over there." She carefu

g in, really. Just like you, I have only met him today." I hated t

that was for Arty, not me. "Jerks," Arty whispered underneath her breath before diving in to give more of the story. "Anyway, I thought he was very handsome the first day I saw him. His blonde hair did a number, his dimples had me every time he smiled from a distance and his country accent just closed the chapter. It was a crazy episode o

st simply lose interest?" I only hoped that didn't sound too desperate

hink the doctors crushing on him over here was too much, and please don't even get me started on the nurses. I mean, my aunt is sixty years and she thinks 'He's cute'." She laughed and I did too. Despite the restlessness, I felt b

ked my face too much. I was the only one that has brewed her two cups of coffee in one day," Arty sig

look up in the mirror, couldn't. I was afraid of the dark-circles-under-eye girl that I would be staring back at. With one more splash, I felt okay. Better than I did before. I straightened and wiped out my wet hands at the sides of my scrubs, placing watermarks on them. I sighed. Where was my head at? Just as I turned to reach for one of those drying thingies that hung up, the door opened and Jack ste

first."

," I said and he stud

om?" He asked with his hands folded over his breasts. Oh, t

was the fema

the sign that hung up on the door. A stick figure that looked like he was waving. Wait

ing. Interns seemed bored to death while the doctors seemed to be having all the fun. "I'm sorry," I said again, this time, my voice shook. I placed my hands over my face and before I knew what was going on, tears fe

ry. I'm sorry for everything.

ffed so loudly and stepped back to avoid getting a snort on his scrubs. He stared at me, I couldn't stare back but his p

front of you. On you. I don't usually do that, you know." He knew that was a lie. I was almost sure I couldn't count

u, Abigail. I couldn't hate you even if I tried. I'm just getting