..:Note:.. for crnflkgal, just you wait, there was a reason why there was no meds left, but you have to wait until the 5th chapter ;D

It was never easy for him to make friends. Since he had arrived as a new doctor at this hospital. And during that time, he had really only made one good friend, Wilson.With his diagnostic team, he felt he had gained a few more friends, even if they do call him a bastard every once in awhile. Cameron, he had regarded as a friend, especially after going to GraveDigger with her. Actually, friends wasn't really the label he wanted to give her.

He hired her because he thought she was beautiful and she worked hard when she didn't have to. She could've 'just arrived and people would give her things'. She was damaged, he had concluded. Yet she still persevered and went through it all. True, there was better candidates, she wasn't the best, but he had admired her, and he had a gut instinct she was exactly what he needed on his team.

During their time together, however, he had realized that she was more than just part of a team, more than just a commodity. She was someone he looked forward to each day. So, if this was true, why the hell did he have to go and say "No". He had to get this thought process out of his mind. Maybe some paper work would suffice. Looking around his apartment, he didn't see anything he would call paper work. Instead, he saw, a couch, his piano and a record player. Nothing close to paper work. Maybe there was dishes? Trudging over to his sink, he looked in and saw nothing. Well that was what he gets for being a neat freak. Playing his piano would have to suffice. He needed to keep his mind sharp, the practice would do him good.

He grabbed his sheet music and flipped through it. 'Moonlight Sonata' by Ludwig Van Beethoven. Sitting on the stool, he placed his fingers on the keys, closed his eyes and began to play. The enchanted sonata filled his sense's with longing and it brought with it a bought of longing, one he hadn't felt for sometime, yet it was captivating.

His head began to sway from left to right followed by his whole body. He began to wonder if this was how Beethoven had felt when composing the song. placing your whole heart into something and allowing other's to be able to feel it, and wonder how one couldn't feel the agony.

His finger misstepped and played a wrong key and his sense of captivity was gone. It was always the same part he messed up. Which cord was he to play. He gazed at his sheets, and they were still on the first page. He had most of it memorized, yet that one area always screwed with him.

Flipping through the pages, he eyes locked upon a sheet that was not of music. Grabbing it he stare at it intently and gave a heavy sigh. It was Cameron's resume. Why wasn't it at the office? He was sure it was in his file cabinet. He looked the paper over and rubbed his eyes. He had to make things right and stop torturing himself over it.

He grabbed the phone and dialed her number.