Stress does take a lot out of you.  The next morning I put my coffee machine on and check on Shane.

The bed is empty when I walked in. The transfusion did the trick, she must be better already.   I see a note on the bedside table.

“Thanks for everything.   S.”

Part of me feels disappointed that she just left like that.   Anyway, she is not my responsibility anymore, well she never was in the first place.  Why do I care so much?

I thought that was the end of it.  Life goes on as usual, it’s been a month since I met her.   I had thought about her a few times, ok, maybe more than a few times a day.   At night, her face would appear in my dream. 

Today is just like another day.  I just finish examined a boy with a broken foot, sent him off to X-ray and see whether he needs surgery or not.  I am paged to patient room 2, some sort of emergency.  

After an hour, I finally have a break and went to my ‘rest’ room.  Being Chief Resident, I don’t need to share my room with anyone which I am pretty proud of.

I closed my eyes and lean against the door to relax a little before I noticed someone else in the room.

“Hi Dr. Rough day?”  A familiar low husky voice whispers into my ear.

I turn to see the face in my dreams two inches away from me.  My instinct is to open the door and run.

She slams the door shut before I could react.  Good, I am trapped in between her arms.  She still has that confident smile on her face.

“It’s only you. You scared me… You can’t be here!”  I panic.  It’s so unlike me… I am so unlike me when she is around.

“What do you mean it’s only you.  Doesn’t anyone scared of criminals anymore?”  She asks in surprise.

“You would have killed me if you wanted to, so no, I am not afraid of you.”  My wit is still here.  Thank God.