A week later

Michael's POV

It's been a week since Becky moved in, but I have work today. I took the day off last week to help Becky move into the house, and I'm glad it's Friday.

Last day of the week, woo!

It's early in the morning, probably around 6:30am. Becky's still asleep.

We've had some sleepless nights because of the "house-warming medication" we've been "prescribing" each other.

Neither of us have complained, though. It's so good..

I don't need to write Becky notes any more, as she knows where I am when she wakes up.

I get myself ready, brushing my teeth, combing through my hair, washing, etcetera, and head downstairs to get my pre-made lunch.

I'm really hoping today isn't very busy, or that the patients decide to see the other doctors today.

I'm so tired from the many nights of "medication" I've been receiving.

I could just call work and take a day off, but I've already done that multiple times in the past few months.

And there are people that need my doctorish magic, so I guess I have no choice.

I head back upstairs, and into the bedroom, seeing Becky sleeping. I kiss her lips, despite morning breath, and leave the house swiftly.

I get in the car, and start the ignition, pretty much fighting my eyes to stay open.

"AND THIS IS THE BREAKFAST SHOW ON GARY FM-"

I jerk back from the volume of the radio, and push the "off" button quickly. I don't do loud noises or anything of that sort in the morning.

I compose myself again, and begin to drive to work.

Once I'm there, I park up and enter the building; Gary Medical Practice.

"Morning, Michael," Doctor Nove greets me. He's new, a young apprentice, but he's pretty good already.

"Hey, Novey," I reply. That's my nickname for him. We've become quite close since he moved here.

I enter my office, and sleepily unpack my stethoscope, and other things I need.

My boss, Ash, enters. "Morning, Mike. How are you today?"

"Ash, hi, I'm good, you?" I reply.

"Not too bad, not too bad. I've got your appointment timetable here for ya, but it could change, like any normal day."

He hands me my timetable, and I don't really bother checking it. I'm a little tired to read through it, so I'll just work through it as the day goes on.

"Cheers," I reply, and he smiles before leaving the room.

Soon, opening time arrives, and I'm completely dressed in doctor's gear, with my black curls tied back.

My first patient comes in.

Looks like I'm in for a busy day..

4:54pm

I've been rushed off my feet today, but I'm happy, cos I've only got one more patient.

That'll take me up to the end of my shift at 5 o'clock.

I check who it is, and see the initials "B. Jean."

I have a sinking feeling about this patient.

I programme the computer to flash the name on the screen in the waiting room, and wait.

I hear a knock on the door. "Come in."

The door opens slowly, and a head pops around.

"Hey, Michael."

"Billie," I exhale, trying to avoid eye contact.

I've been trying to avoid this girl since she met Becky at the hospital a few months back, and told her about the kiss we shared in college.

"I-I came to see you," she says, walking sheepishly into the room.

"What seems to be the problem?" I ask, trying to stick to my job.

"Well, there is something I'd like you to diagnose for me," she replies.

"Tell me all about it," I say through gritted teeth.

"Well, I've been feeling warm, and sweaty, and every single time I see this certain guy, my symptoms get worse. Y'see, I met him, not long back, and ever since, I've been all over the place. Sometimes I even feel sick, or dizzy.. or feverish," she explains.

"And a guy made you that way?" I scoff, turning around to type on my computer.

I feel compelled to type "love-sick lunatic" in the "Symptoms" or "Diagnosis" columns, but that would be kinda rude of me.

I end up typing "sickness and fever".

"So, what do you think I should do about it?" she asks genuinely.

"Go see this dude, tell him how you feel, and kinda, y'know, stop wasting my time, when this is a mental problem, not a physical one?" I suggest politely.

She scowls at me. "You're meant to be a doctor, so be one."

"I'm sorry, love-sick lunatics is not my area of expertise," I apologise sincerely. "Maybe you could go to a psychologist for that."

"So, that kiss we shared in college means nothing to you, then?" she asks.

"Nope, not a single thing," I huff.

"You wanna know who this guy is that is damaging my health so badly?" she asks.

"If it makes your day brighter," I reply, with no emphasis.

"Doctor Jackson," she pouts, giving me puppy dog eyes. "It must be fairly obvious that it's you."

"Oh, dear," I laugh. "Well, in case you hadn't realised, I'm in a relationship. It's something you may not have heard of, since you can't seem to get into one, what with your pathetic pouting and your silly little "doctor" games. What is this? "Oh, doctor Michael, I got a fever, would you check my temperature? Oh, doctor Michael, I have an ache, a pain, would you kiss it better?" Billie, this is ridiculous, just go home, and never come back. What happened in college, stays in college. It'll never evolve, not ever, so forget it, alright?"

Billie looks hurt that I would raise such topics, but I feel quite proud that I stood up to her.

"Fine, I'll go," she says sadly.

She heads over to the door, and just as she's about to go through it, I decide to speak again.

"Come again, when you actually have something wrong with you-Oh, wait! You already do have something wrong with you! My mistake. You kinda need to get your head checked out," I laugh.

She doesn't look impressed.

She walks back through the door slowly, and looks me in the eyes.

"I can't help how I feel," she says. "How would you feel if you loved someone that doesn't love you back?"

"I do," I hiss. "Or, at least I did. I was married before I met Becky, and Lisa went and broke my heart. I've learnt from that mistake, and I've learnt not to do that again."

"Lisa was a good girl," Billie says. "Shame she decided to cheat. Who'd cheat on a man like you, eh?"

She smiles and walks my way, and I stand up to try and move back a little.

She comes close to me, and I step back, hoping there's not a dead end.

But of course, the weighing scales had to be in the way.

I trip over them, and end up falling back onto the examination table, ripping the protective paper that's draped over it.

"Oh, enthusiastic, are we?" she smirks, climbing onto the table with me.

I try to get off, but she pushes me back down.

"Help m-"

She covers my mouth to stop me crying for help.

She's got me right where she wants me.

Crap.

"Oh, Mikey, how long have I waited for this?" she asks rhetorically, keeping her left hand over my mouth, and using the right hand to caress my cheek.

"Mmph!" I cry, my voice muffled.

"Oh, don't struggle, Mike. It'll make the whole experience less fun for you," she whispers seductively.

Yeah, cos it was fun originally, idiot.

I lift my arm and slap the one she's using to cover my mouth, and she falls back a little.

I take this as my chance to escape.

She's a psycho, jeesh!

But where will I go? I can't exactly leave the premises, I'm on a shift!

"Mikey!" I hear her call me, as I close the curtain around her and dash out the room.

I have no idea where to go, but I don't particularly care, just so long as she doesn't find me.

I come across the cleaning supplies cupboard, and run inside.

Luckily no other staff or patients saw me running before.

I switch the light off, and bury myself amongst the cleaning supplies.

It seems crazy, but this is the only way I can escape this freak.

She's obsessed with me, and I'm surprised it's taken her until today to actually come to me.

"Oh Mikeyyyyy!" I hear her call outside the door.

I turn my head, and inhale deeply, trying to remain silent.

But then I spot the bleach, and one of the bottles has no lid.

I'm crazy allergic to bleach.

I feel my nose start to tickle, and I can tell I'm gonna sneeze.

I pinch my nose harshly, to try and stop myself from sneezing.

She's right outside the door, I don't want her to hear me!

I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, and pray that I won't sneeze.

"Mikeyyyyy?" I hear her call. "Maybe he's in here!"

She opens the door, and I bend down as low as I can go so she won't see me.

Now would be the worst time to sneeze.

"Hmm, nope," she says to herself, and closes the door.

I sigh with relief, and stop pinching my nose.

I stand myself up slowly, and brush myself down.

She's gotta be gone now.

I take a hold of the door handle, and open the door ajar, to look outside the cupboard.

I see her checking the cleaning supplies cupboard opposite the one I'm in now, and decide it would be wise to make a dash for it.

My shift's over now, anyway.

I look behind me, to make sure there's nothing in the way to trip up on once I open the door.

Nope, nothing.

I'm about to walk out the door, when the smell of bleach fills my nostrils, and I sneeze loudly.

Billie whips her head around, and sees me.

I run from the cupboard, down the corridor, with her following me.

The others have gone home now, cos they know I'm the only doctor with a patient left.

I think even Ash is gone.. but I'm not sure about him.

What the hell is this? Why am I running away from a girl, in my place of work?

This is ridiculous.

I stop running, and allow her to catch up with me.

"Oh, you stopped running!" she smiles, advancing on me. "Must have missed me, huh?"

"You, my friend, are a psycho," I say calmly, smiling sweetly at her, with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not a psycho for being attracted to you, Michael," she argues. "You're a good-looking doctor. Scrap that, a sexy doctor."

"Uh, I, um-"

"Yeah, see! You can't deny it. This is why all the patients fall in love with you," she replies. "Cos you're a doctor, and you're just.. perfect, in every single way."

Maybe she isn't a psycho, and I've been hard on her.

"Thanks, but I really must be going home now, and so must y-"

"Wait! I just want one more thing diagnosing," she requests.

I sigh. "Yes?"

"Um, well, y'see, cos I'm kinda.. like, attracted to you," she starts awkwardly. "Uh, well, there's this one aspect about the.. fever or whatever.. that I'm confused on."

Yeah, I've not been hard on her. She really is a psycho, still acting this way.

"This is kinda getting tedious," I sigh, face-palming and rubbing my forehead. "But what aspect?"

Why am I asking that? This is stupid, beyond belief.

"Well.. my head's all over the place.. and, well, I sometimes, with this feeling I have for you, I do things wrong, or make bad decisions."

"Like?" I push her for an answer, folding my arms and tapping my foot.

"Like this," she replies.

No sooner has she said those words, I feel her lips against mine, kissing me passionately, and she pushes me towards my office.

She forces me down onto the examination table once we're in there, despite my fighting back, and lies on top of me, pinning me down.

I try to scream, or wriggle free, but she's stopping me.

She forces her tongue into my mouth, and I cringe as I feel it.

I can't get away from this kiss.

This won't go down well if Becky ever finds out...

Author's note: Okay, okay, this is the most unrealistic chapter ever, I know. How about a round of applause? No? Ok. But OhMiGosh Billie's back! xD DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNNN! Also, I have a new book up, yay! It's called Behind The Scenes, and it's set in Thriller era.. go check it out if you like :)