Epilogue 2- 10 Years

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Kai's POV

There she is. Her long brown hair cascades around her shoulders. With each nod of her head, the hair bounces along with her. I can't help but stare at her.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hurst?" Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I turn around and face my patient's mother.

"How has my son's therapy been going?" I look down at the little boy as he tries to flex his toes made difficult because of his lifted leg. It was no longer in a hard cast, but still needed to be watched.

"He is doing well. A bit more sessions and he will be fine," I say with a smile. Reassured, she thanks me before I leave to the nurses' station and look at my list for today.

"Who is that?" I ask nonchanlantly. Phoebe, one of the nurses, answers, "She is an artist. The hospital is thinking about hiring her to paint a mural in the pediatric ward."

"Hmm. I wonder what she will paint." From what I remember, her paintings were always beautiful.

"Are you interested in art?" asks another nurse named Tina as she jumps into the conversation. That tone is leading to something.

"Yes." I didn't mention that I was only interested in one particular artist. I never found others' art as fascinating.

"You know, I have a friend who works at the Harvard Art Museum. Want me to see if she could get us tickets for new exbition?" There's the catch. Unlike my two older brothers, I didn't like the attention from women as much. They would revel in the attention and use it to their advantage. I, on the other hand, am more serious with the girls I date and revel in the chase. I love my brothers, but they would just date until they got tired of the girl then break up. I care about the girls I date. Yet how am I the only single one? I clear my heads of the thoughts that had been plaguing me lately. I look at Tina's expectant face. I really don't want to date a co-worker especially one that I know has an agenda. How can I put that in the best way possible?

"I already saw the new collection. Sorry." I feel bad about my total lie when her face drops in disappointment. She lifts her head up and gives me a brillant smile.

"Maybe, we can . . ." she begins, but is interrupted by someone calling my name.

"Is that you, Kai?"

"Sorry, Tina. Maybe, we can finish talking later," I say with a sad smile. She nods her head happily. I walk over to the caller. Looks like I can't come to this floor for a while. I could just get my assistant to get my patients. That's too sad though. I like meeting my patients before bringing them down to the physical therapy rooms. I can get them to relax and get to know me before we get to the hard stuff. Well, you gotta do what you gotta do.

"Thanks, Sasha." I say with a genuine smile. She still looks good. Her style matured into a bohemian style, but I know that it fits her well.

"You're welcome. You always had a problem saying no." I frown at her wistful tone. She continues anyways and says, "It's been a long time. I didn't think I would see you in a hospital in Boston. So what do you do here?"

"I'm a physical therapist." Her face lights up.

"That's the perfect job for you. I always saw you as a caretaker. I'm so proud of you, Kai." I have to say that makes me feel good that she's proud of me. She places her hand on my back, intending to give me a pat or something, but quickly takes it away.

"What about you? Last time I saw you, you were heading to California." I try to hold my hand still as my mind tells me to slap myself for saying too much. Just as I expected, Sasha's face drops as she remembers our break-up. Great. Two women in one day.

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