"Nothing," Michael told him rather sharply.
"Then get moving." The CO gave him a look of warning before turning and heading back down the hall towards the front desk.
Michael hesitated and then looked back through the door. Sara was gone. He was a bit confused. But looked further into the room and saw her rummaging through one of the cabinets in the far corner. He slowly turned the handle and stepped into the room. Before he had had a chance to close the door all the way Sara had began to talk, "Good Afternoon Mr. Scofield. Have a seat." The coldness in her voice struck Michael like a ton of bricks. Maybe that moment that they had seemed to have was just in his head. If it could be considered a moment. Michael did as told and had a seat, just like he had been doing for these past weeks. He watched her as she scurried around the room preparing his shot. He wasn't sure whether to say anything at that moment or not. She began to walk towards him, tray in hand, he noticed that she wouldn't look at him, as much as he tried to get her to. He looked down at his feet, and focused his attention on the floor for a moment. Sara sat on the chair beside him, and began to administer his shot to him. Michael looked back up, but not at her, to his arm. After she had finished giving him his shot was when he looked at her. At that moment she looked up also and Michael caught her gaze. They once again engaged in an intense stare. But this time it was different. Both tried to figure out what exactly the other was feeling. After just a few seconds Sara closed her eyes and looked down. However Michael's eyes remained on her.
"We're all set her," Sara said in an almost whisper, never looking up. This was hurting her to much. All she wanted at that moment was just to talk to him. To let him explain. But she knew he would never do that.
"No we're not," Michael replied causing Sara to bring her head back up and look at him.
"What?"
"You know that this isn't going to work," Michael said slowly breaking eye contact with her this time. She had a rather confused look on her face. She had no idea what he was talking about. As she opened her mouth to talk, he beat her to it. "You said everything was going to be strictly doctor patient. That isn't going to work."
"And why is that?" She asked, a little shocked by what he had said.
"Because I won't allow it," Michael told her, staring her directly in the eye.
So many thoughts were rushing through her mind. She couldn't seem to focus on anything. Maybe he was going to talk to her, answer all of these questions that she had. But no, she didn't want to hear it. She was done. She let her guard down once with him and she just seemed to get hurt. She wasn't going to let that happen again. She got up from the seat rather quickly and turned towards her desk. Walking away from Michael. Little did she know Michael was following suit. As she stopped near her desk he was right behind her. He moved his hand up and placed in on her forearm. She jumped at his touch, mainly from the unexpected shock of it. But a little from the gentleness of it. She turned towards him but just for a second before pulling from his grasp and walking to the opposite side of the room. As he walked away he began to explain his reasoning. "Those questions you have about me, they do have answers," he told her emphasizing the last part of his statement.
"No," she said abruptly , still with her back to him. She looked down letting out a deep sigh. She continued to talk, telling him what she had told her self just moments ago. "I let my guard down with you once, and I just seemed to get hurt. I'm not going to make that mistake again." She could tell by the look on Michael's face that this hurt him. She didn't want to hurt him, that was the last thing she wanted to do. But she had to get that off her chest.
Michael slowly began to reply, "I'm sorry," he told her softly. "I never intended to hurt you." She couldn't really find the right words to say at that moment. Michael could tell this so he continued to talk, "I want to tell you whatever you want to know. Or at least I'll tell you what I can." He looked at her and knew that she was considering this.
She hesitated for a moment. "Okay," was all she could say. Michael was surprised by the answer, but didn't let that show. That was all that he needed to hear. They both smiled to each other. " I have another appointment in five minutes," she told him, concerned.
"Well, we need to talk, so what do say, we make an appointment tomorrow, a longer one," Michael suggested.
"I just want to understand," Sara just wanted to make this clear to Michael.
"I know." Once again he felt the need to smile at her. Hoping to comfort her.
"I can schedule an appointment, and just say I need to do some testing and it might take a little while. That way I won't have any other appointments for the afternoon." She paused for a moment before continuing, "Are you sure?"
"About what?"
"Talking to me."
"Yeah. In case you haven't realized it, I really do care about you. And I know that that can't mean a thing in here, but…" All she could do was smile.
At that moment Nurse Katie entered the room, causing both Sara and Michael to jump a little. "Sorry to interrupt, but your next patient is here."
"Okay, we're almost done here, I'll be right out." Katie left the room.
Michael slowly began to walk towards the door his hand on the door knob, he turned his head back to face her, "I really am sorry, that I hurt you."
She merely shook her head while looking down at the floor. She looked back up to him and met his eyes, "so, I'll see you tomorrow?" Sara asked still a little skeptical.
"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow," Michael assured her with a sound of happiness in his voice. He knew this would be hard and that he had to be careful. But he also knew that if he didn't it would kill him.
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