Robert Chase stole a glance at Allison Cameron, who was doing some paperwork. His head was throbbing, his throat sore and his eyes hot and watery but still, she looked beautiful to him. With a sigh, he put his head in his hands.

"Chase?" If Chase didn't think he was delusional at this point, he would've thought her voice sounded…..worried. "You okay?"

He lifted his face, managing a weak smile. "Yeah, why not?"

"You look terrible,"she remarked gently.

"I'm fine." His charming Aussie accent made Cameron smile wistfully, although she quickly wiped it away. He never saw it. It was so hard to control herself around him. She wouldn't let herself care too much or be anything more than professional.

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"There's a blood clot over there, right next to the frontal lobe. See it? Chase? Chase?"

Cameron's voice, sounding weirdly distant and low, woke him up from his reverie. "W—what?"

"Are you sure you're okay?" Her voice had sounded worried, her row furrowed in concern. She stood up, scrutinizing him closely. His hair was messed up—as if he just woke—his eyes bleary and distant and he looked a bit pale. And yet, he still looked pretty hot.

It actually took him a few moments to figure out what she just said. "I'm sure, Cameron" He tried to stand up, staggered as his knees buckled. Cameron caught his left arm firmly and didn't let go until he was steady on his feet. She could feel his lean muscles underneath his doctor's coat. It felt nice.

"You should go home," she suggested softly. She put her had to his head and instantly pulled away—he was burning. "You have a fever."

"It's nothing," he mumbled wearily. He sat on the table, as he didn't feel well enough to stand at that time.

Their eyes locked and Cameron, who had already opened her mouth to retort, felt like the whole blue sky was hypnotizing her. His blue eyes were beautiful, angelic and soothing—at least to her.She broke their gaze apart guiltily.

"So this clot," she said, determinedly not looking at him. He continued gazing at her with longing. He really did love her and felt completely lost that she didn't love him back—or did she?

"—it's blocking the passage of blood………"

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