"Rein! The heck! Whats wrong?! Where are you?—"
"Oh, uhm... Im fine Bea, just spaced out for a while. Anyway, stop fooling around hooking me up with that jerk, I gotta go before I lost my appetite hearing that guy's name" you said quickly tapping the red button. You gave a serious look at the guy in front of you, and realize he was already eating his breakfast.
"Excuse me, but what are you doing at my table?"
"Sorry, there were nowhere tables to sit here, and Im not going outside" his voice was so hypnotizing, so cool and sweet. You were once again was caught with voice, and reminding yourself to snap out off it.
"Why wont you? The weather is fine today, besides I think you have to get my permission first before you sit with me" you said sarcastically
The guy just smile and shrug but damn you stared at his smile for the moment there and you tried to shake yout head still daze off with his charm. You once glared at him, this time angry
"The heck is wrong with you? Clearly politeness and manners dont go to your vocabualry"
The man just chuckled clearly impressed, and you were curioused why he did that...
"Oh, Rein... Im sorry, but if I make you uncomfortable I'll take this out and bid you farewell... and try to do something about that guy", you eye him suspiciously and then it hits you that he heared your conversation with Bea. " If I were you, I'd pull a gun against his throat" his eyes dark and menacing like he meant every word. You were left speechless as the guy smiles and left you at the table. Later on, he went out with the take out went to his car which left you gasping.
"Damn, that guy was rich?!" You covered your mouth form splurting. You once faced your breakfast again and ate, a few hours later you texted Bea to text you for emergencies. You strolled around the beaches of Quebec, even the milky hill because of its wavey road. You then stopped by for a new lab coat, paid for it when you heard a crash and screams at the town along with gun shots. You hurry out to check if there was anyone who was hurt. Your eyes widened to the car almost falling to the cliff and saw the guy with guns still shooting at the car.
You called the military base camp and informed the situation, still alert that the car was still shooted. Later on the car fell down the cliff and you couldn't contain your shout. Once the guys saw you, they aimed their weapons at you and before the could shoot, the military shoots at them leaving them to scatter and run away.
You ran towards the cliff and saw the man still holding on, his grip was tight. You reach out for him when you heard a shot and you flinched. Then a nightmare came, and the man was losing his grip clearly the shot was at him, you quickly held his hand to prevent from falling. Your upper abdomen pushing to the edge of the railings, bleeding from the metal. You try to pull up the man, but a military officer helped you pull him and then you searched for his pulse. You then remembered something. A lost memory, like something like this happened to you. A memory you've been trying to get since 12 years ago. You shake those thoughts and focus on the man
"Dr. Walker, are you alright? You're bleeding"
"Ill be alright, sir... Please help me get him to the hospital, Ill need to do a surgery on him quick" You said professionaly.
The officer saluted and carried the man, whose car seems familiar to you. You ride along with it, then looking at his face you gasp even when your lungs hurt from the wound. Its him
Later on you're at the hospital quickly taking him to the OR giving orders for a scan. A few hours later, 3 bullets were removed successfully from his body, and he is now resting. You sat at your office, relaxing the knots at your shoulders when Bea came in
"How are you? I heard you were at the scene" said Bea, her voice and face full with worry and concern
"Im fine, just have a scratch at my upper abdomen due to the railing as I held on his arms not to let go"
"You are completely not fine, let me fix it up for you" said Bea getting some bandages and oinment. Later on, you go on to check the man's status listing it down to the information sheet. After a few glance at him, you once was again completely stuck in a trance with this guy. You cant help but just stare at this mysterious man, but woke up to reality when a military officer knock at the door.
"Come in" you said pretending nothing happened
"Dr. Walker, Im Lieutenant Henry Carl Ling. Do you have the identity of your patient?" He said so formally
"Oh, Im glad you're here lieutenant, because I dont know who this man is" you said with relief that you haven't gave the name of this man to the information center.
"You dont know who he is?" Henry said with surprise. How was you suppose to know this man? When you're life has been in and out at the hospital. You shake your hand, completely with curiousity.