𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰 || 𝐂. 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗: 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡

I feel so bad about not being able to hang out with them anymore. I also feel bad about not being able to hang out with Sebastian and the others. While we're having lunch, I suddenly get paged. "I gotta go, see you guys at the ER?" I say while I stand up. They all say yes, and I get there as fast as I can.

I walk towards the nurse who paged me, and ask her what she got. "There's a man here who says his leg is broken. He walked in, but you know, I paged you anyway" she explains. "Why d-" I try to ask, but she interrupts me. "He's sexy and he asked for you, I couldn't say no!" she replies, and she walks away. I sigh before turning around to face the man.

When I do turn around, I see someone I didn't expect. "What the..." I silently say as I look into his eyes, Chris' ocean eyes. "I think my leg is broken, could you take a look doctor?" he asks with a smile on his face. I smile back at him, and sit down on the bed as well. "What are you doing here?" I ask with a small smile, remembering the little argument that Sebastian and I had.

"I just wanted to see you, actually" he replies. I stay silent, and look into his eyes for a while longer. "You grew your hair!" I add, breaking the silence. "Yeah, it was for a movie. I'm getting it cut tomorrow" he replies. "It looks good on you!" I say with a smile, making him smile back at me.

"So um, you're probably mad at me as  well, right?" I nervously ask while I write some things down on his chart. "I'm not, and I'm sure Seb isn't either" Chris tells. "No, he's definitely mad at me. But I get it, it's fine" I reply, but he shakes his head. "It's not fine, he was being a d*ck" he adds. I silently sigh, and continue to write things down. "Hey uh, you said something like 'you really don't get it, do you' when you were arguing. What is it that he doesn't get?" he asks. I stop writing, and put the chart down.

"That I have to work a lot" I reply. "I don't want to be rude, but why do you?" he asks again. "Because I feel responsible for the hospital..." I reply while tears slowly start filling my eyes. "Why is that, Amelia?" he kindly asks, gently placing his hand on mine.

"Because it's my mom's hospital. I can't just leave Richard here and do nothing, can I? I can't just- I can't-" I try to say, but I start crying instead. Chris quickly stands up, closes the curtains, sits down and wraps his arms around me.

"It's okay..." he whispers, making me cry even more. I bury my face in his neck, and try to get calm again. "Sometimes I just feel like it's too much... But I can't... I'm just- I'm so tired... I can't... I can't just-" I silently say while I keep crying. He listens to me, and places his hand on the back of my head. "Thank you for not being mad at me" I giggle, slowly letting go of him and wiping away my tears.

"Always" he replies with a cute little smile on his face as he helps me dry my tears. I bury my face in my hands, and sigh. "I don't want you to see me like this" I giggle, making him sently laugh as well. "It's okay, I won't tell" he chuckles, making me laugh. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to break down like that" I silently add, looking at him again. "Don't worry! I'll be there when you need me, always" he replies, making me tear up again. "Why aren't you mad at me...?" I nervously ask.

"Because I understand" he explains. I softly smile at him, knowing that he meant what he said. "I want to tell them about my responsibilities here, but I don't think they'll understand the pressure I feel" I explain. "They won't understand if they can't understand. Why don't you try and tell them? I can do it for you if you want me to, I understand if it's hard for you" Chris suggests. I nod, and smile at him again.

"So, does your step-dad know that you are working seven days a week?" he asks. "He doesn't, he wouldn't let me if he knew" I reply, looking at my hands. "Hey Am, I'm just going to say something okay? You don't have to do anything with it, I just want you to know that it's okay" Chris says, with a serious look on his face. I look back at him, and slowly nod.

"I think you should talk to him as well. This job is obviously ruining you, mentally and physically. And look, I understand what you're going through, and how you feel about being responsible for this hospital. You shouldn't be that worried about your job, you know? It's not healthy, nor at all. I, and all of us, notice that you're not doing so well lately. How about you keep working here, but maybe a little less? You could suggest that, if you want to" Chris explains. It makes me think...

"You're right. It is ruining me, and I really do feel terrible all the time. I'm so tired... I barely sleep, I barely eat, and all I do is help patients and perform surgeries all day, every day" I reply. He nods, making me feel understood. "I'll talk to him, thank you" I silently add. "As I said, always" he says with a smile, making me smile as well. "Now go, your leg is fine" I giggle. "Do you want me to stay with you? I'll wait for you to finish the conversation if you need me to" he adds. I nod again, and place my head on his shoulder without thinking.

I thank him again and again, until we head upstairs. I'm really nervous about talking to Richard, although I think he'd understand. We get to his office, where Chris waits outside while I walk in after knocking on the door.