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A/n this is a rather odd POV. It was written specifically for my beta REIDFANATIC. Thanks for everything my friend.
Ancient Eyes
I am supposed to remain objective. I'm not supposed to have feelings. I was trained to treat everyone the same, to do no harm. It's always been easy to stay professional.
Then he walked into the hospital. How can anyone be so young, beautiful and brilliant and yet have such ancient eyes. I felt as though I were the younger of the two of us.
Is it possible to fall for someone in the space of a few hours? Whom am I kidding? It only took minutes. He spoke more intelligently than most of the doctors at the hospital. I couldn't help hanging on to his every word.
When I saw he was infected with Anthrax, my heart sank. When I saw in his ancient eyes the truth about why he didn't want drugs, my heart ached. When I saw that he couldn't speak because of the infection that raced in his blood, my heart went cold.
He helped us… No, he saved us all from terrible deaths when he should've been on his way to the hospital. He guided me to the cure as surely, as if he had taken my hand and led me there.
He woke up hours later and his ancient eyes looked at me. I am lost to those eyes and there is nothing I can do about it.