"What seems to be the problem?"

Allison hadn't paying attention for the past few minutes. If the question came from a doctor or nurse, she would've drowned it out, but the fact that it was her patient woke her up.

"Why are you so being so bitchy? All you do is yell and get pissed off for no reason!"

"I'm only getting pissed off because you're provoking fights all of the time. What other reason could I have?"

"You can't be serious, Remy. 'What other reason?' Let's see, it could do with your Huntington's, although that's just a wild guess."

"We agreed not to talk about it."

"You believed me when I said that?! Wake up Remy. You're going to die. Accept it and stop being such a bitch."

"Shut up. I don't want to talk about it."

"We're gonna have to talk about it eventually."

"You have no idea what it's like to be me, to live with something like this, knowing that you're going to die, knowing that you can't have kids without the chance of giving them a death sentence. Step into my shoes and then you'll see that it's not so easy."

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" the blonde asked. She couldn't help the spacing out. It's been going on for the past week or so, around the time when she started fighting with her girlfriend, Remy.

"I said 'What seems to be the problem?'" the girl repeated, cupping her hands around her mouth. Allison's patient was a child, seven years old to be exact. Her name was Alexandra, although she said that the name was too formal and that just Alex was fine. It was 11 at night and the blonde decided to work overtime to avoid another fight with Remy. She'd been doing that a lot lately, avoiding the brunette, avoiding emotions in general. She would be bouncing around the room, but there weren't a lot of emergencies at this time.

"Sorry Alex, guess I got a bit distracted there," she laughed. She was a bit surprised at how calm the little girl was. Some sort of car accident had left this girl with a deep cut that ran up nearly half of her leg. She was put in charge of the girl to make sure that she didn't start screaming or throw any tantrums. She didn't really mind, she was just too busy sorting through her thoughts.

"So you'll answer my question now?"

She couldn't help but smile. This girl was definitely persistent. "Just some personal problems," the blonde replied. "Nothing to worry about."

Alex sat up in her hospital bed, a surprising act considering how cut up she was. Allison heard that she almost bled to death, hence landing her a spot in the emergency room. She was stitched up, but was just staying there for a bit just to make sure she was alright. And from the looks of it, she'd grown quite fond of Allison. "That's okay, I don't mind worrying just a bit. What kinds of personal problems?" the strawberry blonde girl asked again, cocking her head slightly.

The room was practically empty with no nurses around and the other patients all soundly asleep. Seeing everyone resting so peacefully was making Allison sleepy, which sucked because she hadn't had a coffee for a while and she didn't want to pass out. "Just having a hard time seeing the world through someone else's eyes," the blondie answered.

Alex grinned and raised her hand, as if she were in the middle of class, "Why don't you walk in their shoes?"

"It's not as easy as you think Alex," Allison laughed, getting up out of her seat to stand by the child. "Sometimes wishes are just wishes. I want to see through her eyes, I really do, but I can't."

"If I get better, can you try?" Alex asked, flashing puppy eyes as a joke.

Allison smirked, "Sure why not. It's gonna take you a bit to recover though, you were hurt pretty badly."

"You can heal me!" she said as loud as she could without waking anyone up.

"Alex, honey, it doesn't work like that."

"Sure it does. You're a doctor. I'll show you," Alex responded, taking Allison's hands and placing them over the cut that almost killed her. The little girl glided Allison's hands over the cut, although Allison looked away, still a bit reluctant. She looked back when Alex let go of her hands and to her surprise, the cut was completely healed. Actually, healed would be an understatement. It was gone. No scar, no trace of anything.

"Wha- How'd you do that?!" the woman almost screamed, backing away a bit.

Alex continued to look innocent, batting her big honey colored eyes, "I didn't do anything. You're the doctor here."

"I'm a doctor not a magician." Allison looked downed at her hands. There was nothing different about them and she felt the same. The only explanation was that the girl did something. Was it some sort of sick joke? Was she dreaming?

The blonde started spacing out again, but Alex snapped her fingers in front of the woman's face to wake her up. "You healed me Dr. Cameron," she said, beginning to pout. "You have to keep your end of the bargain."

Allison nodded, although doubtful, "Okay. I'll walk into their shoes."

"You promise?"

"Yeah."

"Yay!" Alex cheered, clapping her hands together like she wasn't hurt at all. "Go home. Walk in their shoes."

The blonde was still in shock, her mind practically running on auto-pilot, "Yeah okay. I'll be here tomorrow if you want to see me."

The child flashed a cheeky smile as she waved frantically, still not showing any signs of pain, "Okay. G'night Dr. Cameron!"

Allison nodded as she asked one of the nurses to look over the little girl. The ride home was short in comparison to what it usually is. Of course, it was late so there was almost no traffic, but the woman was completely stunned. She hoped to see Ashton Kutcher to jump out at her and say that the girl was an actor, the injury was fake, and that this was all some sort of sick joke.

She opened the door as silently as she could, trying her best not to wake Remy up. When she slipped out of her clothes, she saw the brunette roll over and nearly had a panic attack. After freezing for a moment, she finished getting undressed and slipped into the back. I'll walk in her shoes. I promise.

The alarm was obnoxiously loud and sunlight shined through the window when Allison woke up. She tried to turn the alarm off without opening her eyes, but only managed to knock her phone off of the nightstand. She finally was able to shut the blasted thing off, although she had to look directly into the bright sun in order to do so. "Morning Remy," she whispered, lifting her arm to nudge her girlfriend. It was amazing how she could practically sleep through an earthquake.

When she found that she just hit the bed, she looked over to see…well nothing. No Remy, not even an impression that showed where she slept. Grabbing a large t-shirt, Allison headed over to the kitchen to see if she was there, making breakfast. An even bigger surprise, she wasn't there either. Looking at the time, Allison noticed that she would be late for work if she didn't hurry the hell up.

The woman ran through the apartment both getting ready and looking for Remy. When she couldn't find the girl anywhere, she assumed that Remy left without her. With the way things were going, that wouldn't surprise her one bit. Looking at the time again, she knew that she wouldn't have enough time to prep herself like she usually did. She slipped on a simple outfit and quickly put on mascara, not bothering to waste any more time with makeup.

Cameron finally rushed out the door when she saw that she was running beyond late. She drove as fast as the law allowed her. Meanwhile, Allison tried relaxing herself by turning on classical music. She just had the weirdest morning, but she only had one thought on her mind.

Where the hell is Remy?