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"What do you mean he hit you?!" Danny roared to the entire office. "I'm gonna kill him!"

"Danny, Danny... You're over reacting. It was an accident." I spoke in a calm manner. Was my face hurting like a bitch? Hell, yes. Who was to expect Casey to blacken my eye this afternoon during a catch up lunch? I sure wasn't.

Danny cupped both sides of my face. I cringed from the pain. Everyone was staring. "Tell me what happened." It was not a request.

"Oh my god, Dr. L!" Morgan rushed to my side. "You look awful! What did you do to yourself?" He made a face of sarcastic disgust, but I knew he was concerned.

Danny pulled his hands away from my face, and clenched his fists. "She was abused." He spat, staring at me wide-eyed. Morgan gasped asking if the words were true. Everyone was gawking at me through my office door. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Everybody just needs to calm down. It's not a big deal, okay, it was just an accident!" I started, "And what gives you the right to decide to kill someone, or hurt them, Danny? You're not my boyfriend anymore!" I knew I hurt him with my words. His anger quickly faded into hurt and saddness.

Betsy brought me ice for my swollen eye as Danny slowly backed out of my office, and walked back into his. "Thank you so much, Betsy," I said, calmly.

"Feel better, Dr. L," she wished. "Jeremy said you can have the day off and go home to rest."

I packed my bag, and left the office after everyone had finally done giving me their attention that I didn't want. Yes, I used to be the great, fun-loving, charismatic Mindy Lahiri. But now, I was this 35-year-old, cold, bitter Indian lady. Why, you ask? The answer lies within Danny Castellano's thoughts.


"Danny, there was no reason to freak out like that. Mindy said it was just an accident. And she's right; there's no right for you to interfere with what goes on in her and Casey's lives." Jeremy said in his cool british accent, standing before me in my office. "Danny, will you stop sulking, and face me instead of your window?" He asked.

Face away from watching Mindy leave the building? Not until she's out of my sight.

Jeremy and Morgan pulled my limp body away from the window, and sat me down on my chair. "What's gotten into you, Dr. C?" Morgan asked, sympathetically.

What's gotten into me? I thought. I've lost my best friend.

"Danny... It's been almost a year since you and Mindy have gone out. You need to get out there again, man, what are you doing with your life?" Jeremy suggested.

"My life is fine. Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself." I said.

"Who are you trying to fool, Dr. C? You don't even seem to be convincing yourself that you're fine." Why does Morgan always have to be so damn involved with everyone?

"We have work to do. Off you both go." I said, coldly.

"We're not going anywhere until you're ready to tell us what happened between you and Mindy a year ago. Everyone here has been overly respectful about your break up, but clearly it was something big. It's reflected on your work, and we're losing clients, dammit! So go on.. Spill the beans." Jeremy demanded.

"I don't have time for this," I got up, brushed past the wall Jeremy and Morgan had created to stop me from leaving, and ran towards the exit. Not bothering to wait for the elevator to arrive, I took the stairs.

You guessed it. I was going after Mindy.