It's around night time, and I can tell because I can hear people who work in the hospital saying goodbye to each other and talking about how rough their shift was. I'm still laying in bed, barely moving. I've been on my phone, on every one of my social media accounts, posting a picture of my knee, and explaining what happened.

I feel the strong urge to pee, and I slowly lift the top half of my body. I turn myself slowly, and grab the crutches that are near the bed. Trying to get used to these crutches has been a bit more difficult than I could've imagined, but it's my only way of getting around until I can actually walk again. I hoist myself up, and try to maneuver carefully. I'm moving at a turtles pace to the bathroom, when I see the curtain get drawn back.

"Dr. Rian Peterson, hi." I say and smile.

He seems slightly fatigued, but not completely exhausted. I can tell that he was in the middle of caring for a different patient because the clipboard and a couple of other things that he holds are definitely not for me and my condition.

"What are you doing? You should be resting." Dr. Peterson asks sounding concerned, and he sets down his clipboard.

"I need to piss," I mutter. "But I can't get anywhere because I don't know how to use these crutches."

He laughs and he comes over to me. My face is about level with his collarbone, and his breath smells like fruit. Usually, I'm pretty tall next to every man that I encounter, in fact, I'm almost always the same height as them, but this time, I'm being towered over.

"Let me help you with that." He says.

I feel my body teetering, and I almost fall onto the floor, but I luckily manage to steady myself by placing my hands on his waist. He stares at me, and a smirk tugs at his lip. I chuckle nervously, and look back down at my knee. Both of us have slightly shaky breathing, and this causes me to smile for some odd reason.

My heart has been on a rollercoaster all day, and I knew for sure that it's going to be while before it finally gets off.

"It's okay, I gotcha." He says and holds onto my shoulder.

I grab the crutches again, and nudge them under my arms. Dr. Rian Peterson places his hand on the small of my back, and he fixes my posture by helping me stand up straight instead of slouching.

His longer finger tips brush against an inch of bare skin underneath my hospital gown, and it feels like a fire has been ignited on that one part of my body. This is a strange, foreign feeling that I haven't felt in such a long time, but I'm enjoying it. I quickly try to shake away any of this feeling from my body, because I know it isn't right to feel this way about him.

"Slowly, just like that." He quietly instructs me, and I'm smirking like a pervert.

I suppress a laugh, and it sounds like a grumble. He looks at me momentarily before focusing his attention on my knee instead of my sudden laughter.

My mind is so inappropriate.

I partially blame Savannah for that, because her mind is constantly in the gutter, and she passed down her dirty mind to me. After being friends with someone for a few years, you start to acquire their personality traits.

"Okay, I think I got the hang of it. Thanks." I say and shakily let out a laugh.

Yes, he makes me nervous.

For what reason? I don't know.

I hope that he can't tell that I'm shaky around him, because my legs feel like they're wobbling even though they're completely stable. It's a strange feeling.

"Alex, do you want anything before I have to leave? I can bring you some food or whatever you want." He offers.

"Oh, no. Dr. Rian Peterson, you don't have to do that. It's okay." I exclaim, and he smiles before his dazzling eyes stay on me.

"Please, call me Dr. Rian." He casually says.

"No, you don't have to do that." I insist.

"Don't insist, just let me do something." He slightly begs, and I grin.

He really is telepathic.

It's almost freaky how he can always tell what I'm thinking even though we just met a few hours ago, and it's so relieving to know that he's a reliable doctor that I can count on. It's quite senseless the way that I feel about him. There's no real explanation as to why I so quickly became fascinated with him.

"What's your favorite place to eat? I'll bring you food, I know that the hospitals cuisine isn't really that appetizing."

"I like a lot of places," I shrug. "Anywhere is fine, I have a taste for a lot of things."

"Alrighty, I'll get that as soon as possible. How're you feeling?" He asks, softening his voice, and I'm trying my hardest not to swoon in front of him.

There's just something about the way he speaks to me that's different. Whenever another doctor comes into the room, or if he's just outside of my room, his voice sounds much more authoritative and stern. Whenever it's just the two of us in private, his voice is so gentle and oozing with a special type of affection, but his face doesn't show it.

"I'm fine, I guess. Still can't believe that this happened, though." I shrug nonchalantly. "Like you said, this'll all be over soon."

"Yes, it will. Also, I don't know if this'll make you feel better, but I got a hold on your mom. I told her that she's not allowed to come and see you, that is, unless you requested it." Dr. Rian informs me, and my eyes widen.

What?!

I can't believe you did that!

"Well, I can see how upset she makes you. Plus, we don't want any more harm being caused onto you. You're under enough stress as it is, Alex." He defensively adds, and I furrow my eyebrows.

Did I just think out loud?

Why is he doing all of this for me?

He's just my doctor, not my bodyguard or anything like that. Part of me is flattered that he's so worried about how I am, but the other side of me wonders why he cares so much. He can't be this invested just for no real reason.

"Well, I appreciate the concern. But, I can handle my mom. I'm not weak, Dr. Rian." I state, and he nods.

"I know you're not."

Hearing someone tell me that they don't think that I'm weak is such a relief, because I'm constantly under pressure and feel like I'm so puny and incapable of coming off as strong, especially around my mother.

Besides my father, Dr. Rian is the only man who's told me that.

"With everything you said, I don't think it's safe for her to be around you."

"We just met today and you're doing all of this for me, why? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate it, but why are you doing this for me?" I ask, running a hand through my hair.

"It's nothing, just—, I'll tell you sooner or later. Just get some sleep, Alex. Okay?" He irritably replies, and I swallow quickly.

The slight edge in his voice makes him even more prepossessing. He clenches his jaw, and I feel everything in me heat up. The look in his eyes is completely serious as he's smoldering with indignation, and I inhale sharply as I look at him.

"Fine." I say, in a bratty voice.

I lay my crutches on the floor, and I get back in the bed and pull the warm blankets over my goose bump covered body. I grab my headphones, and right before I start playing my music, Dr. Rian catches my attention yet again.

"Alex? If I ever seem like I'm invading your privacy, let me know. I can tell that you're a little irked at me. Like I said, I wasn't a teenager that long ago, so I could easily relate to you if you ever want to talk. Okay?" He says, and he flashes me a shy smile.

"Okay," I say and try not to blush at how concerned he is about me. "Thank you. Sorry for being kind of moody and bitchy."

He laughs too, and he tells me that it's fine. He also seems to be very forgiving, because whenever I would overreact, he didn't seem annoyed and just brushed it off within a second.

"Goodnight Alex." He says, and his voice has more huskiness than usual.

"Goodnight Dr. Rian."

He winks at me, and then shuts the curtain. I let out a sigh, and close my eyes, trying to make sense of this whole situation before falling asleep.

~~~

The next day, I wake up and I see a bag of Taco Bell on the table. I grab it, and a yellow post it note falls onto my lap. I pick it up, and I struggle to read the sloppy handwriting.

Here's your breakfast, there's napkins in the bag. Enjoy! =)

-Rian Peterson

My heart flutters and I shake my head. These feelings for him shouldn't develop. It's wrong, so wrong. The fact that I've dislocated my knee and am completely disinterested in what I'm going to do for the next few weeks of recovery just shows how much this has my attention.

Well, if it's wrong, then I don't want to be right.

This is ridiculous, it's only been a day, and I have already fallen head over heels for my doctor.

My doctor.

Emphasis on the word .

I'll probably never have a chance with him anyways, so why do I even bother obsessing over him? He's just going to take care of me for the rest of the time that I'm in the hospital and then I'll never see him again, yet I'm making such a big deal about him like we're lovers.

I pick up my phone, and I decide to FaceTime Xiu. It's a Saturday, and she's a morning bird, so I know she'll answer. She's always been the person who's awake at seven in the morning while Savannah and myself tend to sleep in until eleven or noon.

"Hey!" Xiu says.

"Hey, man." I say in a melancholic tone.

"You alright? You sound upset." Xiu asks, sounding worried.

One of the main characteristics about Xiu is how solicitous she is. Constantly worrying about people, and putting them before her. That's why she's my best friend. Her kind heart attracts many people, which is why in school, nobody ever has drama with her.

"I just need my best friend right now, I'm having mixed emotions." I admit.

"About...?" She trails off.

"Come to the hospital and I'll tell you, it's just too long and complicated to explain and plus, I just want to see you in person."

"Aww, you miss me?" She slightly teases.

"Yes, I do. Please, come to the hospital." I beg, and fake sniffle.

"I'll be there soon." She says.

About twenty minutes later, I hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and I see Xiu's skinny body enter my room. She comes over and hugs me, and I bask in the embrace.

"Thank you for coming." I say gratefully.

"Okay, spill." She asks, pulling a chair next to my bed.

"It's about my doctor. You've seen how gorgeous he is, right?"

"Right." she agrees, twirling her blonde hair around her finger until I see strands falling.

One of Xiu's little idiosyncrasies is twirling her hair, and it may not seem odd to some people, but it seems odd to me. I don't know why. I know it has something to do with her mother and how she used to play with her hair.

"Well, he's just been so understanding and nice to me. I think I'm starting to like him, and I need to stop. He's just my doctor, and nothing more. But then, when I confide in him, he's such a gentle, kind person. I mean, I spilled to him about my mom. He bought me food even though I had insisted at first. What do I do, Xiu?" I ask desperately.

"You have feelings for him? Wow, wow. Okay, I personally don't see anything wrong with it. If you want to confide in him, do it. That's the thing about you, Alex. You never really know what you want, and if you don't know what you want, you could watch it slip away." She says.

"Thank you, Xiu." I say and hug her again.

"Don't tell Savannah." I say suddenly.

"Are you still mad at her for bringing up...?"

"Yes, I am. She knows how upset I was after that, and for her to just casually say his name like it's nothing really made me want to punch her in the face." I say and force out a laugh.

As much as I love Savannah, what she said the other day brought up some really tough memories that I thought I had gotten rid of, so I'm still mad for her bringing that up so casually as if it's some fun topic to talk about.

"What Austin did was wrong. Sleeping with you and just leaving like that is unthinkable, and Vannah had no right to bring it up. I'm sure if it happened to her, she'd flip shit if someone brought it up. I mean, shit." Xiu replies.

I can't describe how much I appreciate Xiu. Don't get me wrong, Savannah and I are close, but in certain moments I'd prefer to be with Xiu. Maybe it's a favoritism thing.

No, it's how they act.

Definitely how they act.

I take my eyes off of Xiu's, and my heart races as I see that familiar bright smile. It's almost as if he appears as soon as I begin to talk about him.

"Dr. Rian." I say, trying not to sound too happy.

I hadn't seen him all day.

"You're finally awake," He jokes and I laugh. "Did you eat your breakfast?"

"Yeah, I did. Thank you, again. I appreciate it."

"Anything for you." He responds and my body tingles, and Xiu's little smirk almost causes me to start laughing.

Xiu's phone goes off, and she looks at me. I know by that look she has to leave.

"I have to go to work, are you sure you're gonna be okay?"

"I'm sure, Xiu. Now go, I don't want you to be late." I say and smile.

"Okay, bye Alex. Bye Dr. Peterson." She says politely.

"Bye bye," Dr. Rian says and waves at her.

Before she leaves, she turns around and winks at me. I smile, and then she leaves, and the sound of her steps get further away.

All alone with Dr. Rian.