There is a fine line between love and hate.
Izzie Stevens.
That is the girl I've been thinking about. The model that posts lingerie shots in magazines. I have been taunting her, calling her "Dr. Model" for days. She would try to get even and insult me back. (laughs) I found it amusing, seeing her getting frustrated by my comment.
I didn't respect her at first, a girl with beautiful face and no brain.
I went as far as posting her glamour shots all over the locker room. She was outraged of course, getting wolf whistles all day long from the male interns. I suddenly realized that she doesn't deserve this; she's actually good at what she does. She is a good doctor that cares for her patients.
I think I'm falling for her...
Wait, what am I talking about? She hates my guts.
I overheard that she's planning a party for her boyfriend when he comes to town. I wasn't surprised…(laughs) I mean, all models have boyfriends...
She called me creepy, (humph) I wouldn't go to her party anyway. As if I want to see her with her hockey-player boyfriend. But I couldn't stop observing her today. She looked nice…the way her long blonde hair was tied up. I find her smile the most intriguing of all . I didn't mind the nasty look she give me, hey attention from any pretty girl is good for me.
While we were getting ready to discharge the junkie, I caught myself looking at her far more than I intended . She looked back sometimes... but gave me more of a confused look.
That patient gave us more than a tough time and knocked himself unconscious with a machine. In the surgery, I explained that this might be a wake-up call for the patient, getting out of the drug addiction. How my father was into smack. I have shouldn't mentioned that; way too personal. I even received several surprised looks from Dr. Stevens.
In the scrub room, I insisted to see the patient through recovery. She wanted to stay but I urged her to see her boyfriend. I left the room looking back, completely shocked...
Why was I so nice to her all of a sudden?
I sat down in the patient's room with a folder in my hand. It was almost 3 o'clock in the morning. I checked on Jerry again and prepared to leave the room. I would come back tomorrow; he'd probably be conscious by then.
The hospital seemed to be deserted at this late hour, the locker room all empty. I walked to my locker as I heard someone opened the door.
It was her.
"You're back early."
"Hank…umm my boyfriend left so I figure I should stay in the patient's room."
"Oh. Relationship problems?"
"He just doesn't understand that I am a doctor and patients are my responsibility now," she sighed in misery.
"Hey, you're better than that, you don't need someone who doesn't accept who you are."
"You're right... thanks"
"No problem."
"Umm listen, I'm sorry about your dad and I shouldn't have called you creepy..."
"It's okay, I am a jerk remember?"
She laughed softly and said, "Maybe you aren't a total jerk after all."
"Maybe (smirk)... I'm going to go now, don't stay too long or you'll miss the party."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye."
"I walked down the hallway slowly, recalling today's event as I reached in my pocket searching for something.
"You dropped this Alex," she yelled as she ran toward me, handing me my diary.
I grabbed it protectively when she gave me a funny smile.
Oh shit...
A/N: ((Maybe I'll continue... I don't know yet..))
