Chi Park began the familiar walk to her car. Her small footsteps echoed in the dimly lit parking garage.

Another day of saving lives. She had to admit, she really liked that. A sense of great importance washed over her as she thought that. She unlocked her car and opened the creaky door. Now, back to a place where she felt less important. A place where her every move was scrutinized. She saw few other doctors and nurses also on their way home.
As her car backed its way out, she saw Chase strolling to his car. He gave a small nod and smile, scronizing it all with a tiny wave. She nodded back, momentarily forgetting herself. Of course, the jolt forward and her small forehead hitting the steering wheel reminded her.

"Oh, what the hell!"
Chi opened the door to her car with only slight difficulty. She kept her hand to her head, trying to stop the sudden pain from throbbing throughout her skull. She saw the back of her car smashed into the front of a much nicer, but still average looking, vehicle.

"What the hell is your probelm?" A man advanced on Park, fuming in anger, face red and eyes large.

"I-I'm sorry," Park managed. She looked and saw his black car twisted with a large crush where her car was. Did she really hit it that hard?

"Do you know how long it took me to get this car?" the man continued, his towering frame overshadowing Park.

"God, is everyone alright?"

A small crowd of off-duty staff had gathered, a few running back towards the hospital. Chase was in the front, hands outstretched and ready to help.

"No, I am not alright," The man turned on Chase. "Do I look alright?"
"Yes, you do," Chase's eyebrows furrowed and he gestured to Park, "at least you didn't hit your head."

Adams suddenly swept on the scene, small flashlight out and checking Park's eyes.

"What the hell Park?" she hissed. Then, turning to the crowd said, "I'll take her in, don't worry." She turned back to Park, "Let's make sure your head is okay."

"Only a headache," snapped Park and stepped forward, past Adams. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to. I didn't see you. If we could exchange-

"You didn't see me?" The man's glare bore into Park like venom; it spread through her body and paralyzed her on the spot. "How could you not see me?" Park suddenly found her spark, slightly nettled by the man's tone.

"I didn't see you," she said between gritted teeth. Her chest puffed out and she glowered up at the man. "How do I know you didn't hit me first?"

"Do you know who I am?" The man seemed equally pissed, moving a few baby steps closer and staring down at the petite woman.

"I don't know, should I?" Park felt a deep monster rising inside her. Any minute, one more second, and she was going to start screaming.

"Hold on," Chase stepped between the two, facing the man and shielding Park, or protecting the man, which did seem plausable at the moment. "Let's just calmly exchange numbers, call the police, and get this straightened out."

After a brief head examination, Park finally left the hospital to go home. She stood outside the doors and dug in her bag, frustrated at trying to find money for the bus. Her car was in the shop, now she had to rely on public transportation. Which, of course, she didn't mind, at least, that's what she told herself.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting money,"

"For what?"

Park glared at Chase. "For the bus. My car's in the shop remember?: She exhaled loudly, "It's not like I meant to hit that guy's car!" Chase frowned. Park sighed in exhaustion. Her head ached.

"Look, I have to get on the bus..."

"I'll drive you."

"I don't need you to."

Chase started to walk and turned. He waved for her to follow.

"C'mon, we're friends right? We trust each other." He smirked. "I mean, you told me that. Isn't it true?"

Chi lay her head on the cool window, relaxing as well she could. Chase glanced to her and shook his head. A slight smile on his face. She didn't like this. She didn't earn this at all.

"Why'd you hit his car?"

Park stared at him a moment. "What do you mean 'why'?" she shot back. Chase shot her a pearly white smile.

"You heard me."

Park looked at the bag in her lap and pursed her lips. Chase noticed this and grinned even wider.

"So, are you going to take the bus to work every day?"

"Yes."

"How are you going to take Popo to her appointments?"

Park turned on him, flustered. She was not going to accept what he was getting at. She was not someone to burden others.

"I don't need you to drive me around," she said firmly.

"Of course not,"

"I can manage a few weeks without a car." Park continued, glaring at him, "If I have to, I can borrow my mom's car."

"Yes."

"So I don't want you to try and help me, because I don't need it." Chi turned back to the window and tried to cool her head. After a moment, Chase spoke up.

"I'm just saying...if you need some help, we are coworkers, I don't mind giving you a ride somewhere," Park looked at him, contemplating.

"You don't have to feel sorry for me. I don't need your help and I don't want it."

With that, Chase left it. The remainder of the time was quiet, and as Chase dropped her off at her house, she went to the front door without looking back.