Imagine one of those cloudy days. When everything points to a bad and long day. What would you do? Stay home, right? "Would you run away?" "Would you leave? That was what I really wanted to do, but I have to work. It can be boring and even exhausting but it's my job… that's all I can say about my life. I don't really have one… It's just me, my job and my problems (or at least it was). The problems are always here… If the wind outside could take them away with it… I would appreciate it so much. My alarm clock was screaming just like every morning. I tried to stop it, but I already knew that I would try to forget about the time. I push the clock far away to make it impossible for my hand to reach it. I open my eyes and look at it… 6A.M.. My body left the bed slower than usual… No, I'm not having age difficulties. I'm just feeling a little bit sick. Too much work maybe… Well… I couldn't stop. Illness it's totally different from reason to fail a working day). I ran (or at least I think I did) into the shower. It took me thirty minutes to leave the comfort and the warmth of the water. I look over at the mirror as I tried to work with my hair. I wasn't in the mood for it so I went to the closet. After thirty-five minutes I had chosen one skirt and one blouse. Time for breakfast now. I was never a fan of this meal because I'm never really hungry at this time. One glass of milk later, and I was ready to leave home with my make up and my wet hair. I locked the door as I left in my car's direction. As soon as I got inside the music started. That was the only thing that I loved to do in the morning. It was a thirty minute trip to the hospital.

I parked my car where I could read: "Dr. Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine." I stood there for a second reading it again. That was me… one of the youngest Deans of Medicine ever. What did I want more? A life? Maybe someday. I entered the hospital five minutes later and I walked to my office. I open the door and then I lock myself in with the lights still off. I sat down in my chair, and I took my shoes off. Resting my feet on my desk, I started to feel someone massaging my feet. I knew it was him… Why was he there again? And why so soon?

"Bad night?!" – He asked looking at me. No answer was needed. He knew how I felt… He read it on my face… on my eyes. I looked back at him… his perfect and deep blue eyes seemed a bit darker than usual. That meant his night hadn't been good either.

"How is your leg?" – I asked – "How are you?"

"I thought I was dead this morning but as soon as I moved I felt pain… I guess I'm still alive so… I'm not that good!" – He answered me. I was getting used to our conversations in the morning. He always appeared there and those brief moments were the ones that made me get out of the bed. We shared thoughts. We shared pain. I stood up and I walked to him. We looked at each other for five minutes.

"It's going to be ok!" – I would say to make him feel better. Then he would whisper something back and would go away but that morning something was different! He was talking… he was still there.

"Is it getting worse?" – I asked him this time.

"No… It's still the same… but it's never good!" – He said walking closer to
me. He grabbed my hand. – "Come with me!" – That was not a question. I followed him and when I realized we were on the roof. We could see the city waking… and so were we.

I have been thinking about writing this for along time. My first fanfic… Even if it sucks, R&R please. Thanks