Prove Me Wrong (OLD VERSION/EDITING)

2.

I was making my way through the ward. I've been here since eight this morning and am expected to be here till eight. I was on my way to the cardiac ward to give them some papers on a young athlete who got rushed in through emergency. I looked through his file and sorted it to make sure everything was in order. I walked through the cardiac doors and wandered towards the office. I swiped my card before entering. I looked around and saw a woman leaning over the desk doing some writing.

"I'm here to drop off Taylor Jones' file for the cardiac analysis," I told her. She kept writing and slowly turned around to me. My mouth dropped. She was absolutely gorgeous. Sexy even. Close your jaw Addison!

"Doctor Wilcox?" She questioned, a smile on her lips. I couldn't find the words to say anything so I just nodded.

"Doctor Willows," she smiled, shaking my hand. Her hands were so soft and smooth.

"I-I uh, I have these for you," I watched a smirk form on her lips.

"Do you?" I couldn't help but to feel vulnerable and weak looking into her crystal blue eyes. The reminded me of the Antarctic Ocean because they were that deep shade of blue but still held lightness to them.

"Y-yep," I nodded, handing them to her. Why am I acting like this?! I'm Addison Wilcox, everyone fears me.

"You mind telling me what his diagnosis is from your point of view as a sports doctor?" She asked, slipping through the files. I watched closely as she grabbed out the ECG scan. She had short nails. She could be gay. Addison stop! You don't do relationships remember? But maybe she'd be an exception. I snapped out of my thoughts when she raised her perfectly shoes eyebrow at me.

"Uh three broken ribs and a puncture to his left lung which was caused from a fall he sustained after showing signs of heat exhaustion," I watched as she tucked a strand of her blonde hair over to the side. God she's gorgeous.

"What caused the blunt force to fracture his ribs?"

"We were told by paramedics he fell onto the metal fences surrounding the track but being a larger patient, the force against the fence was great enough to cause his ribs to fracture and puncture his lung," I explained, feeling nervous under her stare. She nodded, not saying anything before resting her chin in her hand

"And you want the report for the heart, yes?" Her eyes fell on mine again. I nodded. There wasn't a single flaw on her face. How was that possible?

"For a new junior doctor, you're awfully quiet," she mused, sitting back in her chair and looking on the computer. I watched as she pulled up the CT scan that was performed a few moments ago. Was she having a go at me? I didn't say anything back. I was too embarrassed by the way I was acting. Why was I acting this way? No woman has ever made me this way. All it was was meaningless flings with girls I don't remember the names of. But for some reason I felt so restless under her stare.

"I'm Lilac by the way,"

"Addison,"

"Do you know what your name means?" She asked, her eyes meeting mine.

"N-no,"

"Son of Addie. But I'm sure it means warrior or strong too, seeing as you're not a boy," she laughed. God her laugh was amazing. Why are you thinking this Addison? You've never thought like this about another woman! And my name came from the first book I saw. It had the name on it so I called myself Addison.

"And yours is a colour,"

"It's a plant too," I nodded not realising that it was, "Well according to the scan, he's had a mild heart attack from the stress of the puncture. His heart other than that looks healthy and isn't showing any signs of damage or possible risks," She spun in her chair and faced me.

"Okay,"

"You know, you're the first junior doctor and any doctor actually to be intimidated by me Addison," she smiled.

"I'm n-not intimidated by you. I'm not intimidated by anyone,"

"Then why the stutter?" I felt my cheeks heat up. Damn it. What is this?

"I'm just tired," I shrugged it off, grabbing the files I needed from her. I need to get the hell out of here before I do something stupid.

"It's going to be interesting having you in the field with us Doctor Wilcox,"

"I uh, better get going," I mumbled, pointing to the door.

"I'll see you around Doctor Wilcox," she smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. I nodded and turned to walk but walked into the bench. I heard her laugh behind me. I mentally slapped myself and quickly left the room.

"God you're such an idiot," I mumbled, slapping my forehead.

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I grabbed my coffee before walking outside. My shift had finally ended and I was more than ready to hit the ring tonight. They had me up against the best from another company apparently. That is what they all say though. I started walking towards my car when I saw her car next to mine.

"Addison?"

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath before walking up to her.

"Fancy meeting you here," she smirked, leaning against her car.

"What were the odds," I joked back, slipping my bag into the car.

"How'd your first day go?" She asked. I took notice that she was now wearing a blue sweater and was out of her scrubs.

"Fine," I replied. I wanted to keep things to a minimal so I didn't fuck up again. Plus I really needed to get to the ring considering I was already late.

"Definitely not like most junior doctors," she laughed, opening her door.

"Will I be seeing you tomorrow?" She asked, winding her window down.

"Yes,"

"Great, I look forward to it Addison," she smirked before getting into her car. I smiled at her and quickly climbed into mine.

"Fucking hell," I mumbled. I heard her laugh again. I looked in her direction and saw my window was down. For fucks sake.

"Am I really that bad?"

"W-what n-no of course not," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck.

"I'll see you tomorrow Addison," she laughed, before winding her window up. I watched as she pulled out of her spot and left.

"Oh my fucking gawd," I groaned, hitting my head ion the steering wheel. That couldn't of gone any better. Why was this bothering me so much?! It wasn't like I liked her or anything. I just met her! Plus I don't do relationships because it means you have to worry about another person other than yourself and I can't afford to have that. I need to look after myself and keep my distance away from Doctor Willows. I can't have her running my run after twenty-two years of success. Plus she like most people wouldn't understand the whole fighting thing I do. I groaned and drove towards the fight. Here we go again.