The Fear You Won't Fall
A/N: I'm not exactly sure how this story is going to turn out. Please bare with me, I'm just experimenting. Please review, and tell me what you think. Oh, and the title is a song by Joshua Radin. I don't own LWD or any characters.
It started off as any other day did. I woke up at 5:30 A.M. and made coffee, while my fiancé slept soundly in our room, with my seven year old child dozing in his own room. Sighing, I looked around my house as the coffee brewed. It was a nice house, and always clean, of course. I may have grown up, but I didn't stop being a neat and tidy person. There was a small living room connecting to the kitchen, and in another room was the bathroom. Upstairs were all the bedrooms and workrooms. I sipped my coffee quickly, and got dressed to go to the hospital. I currently worked at Sunlight Ridge Hospital in the state of New York. I had moved to New York when I was about 18, as soon as I could get out of the house. Of course, I would miss my family, but being a doctor had been my dream for a while, and my dream became reality when I was accepted into medical school. I went to medical school for four years, and was now a resident at Sunlight Ridge. It was a good job, and seeing as how my fiancé was an orthodontist, we were both happy with our financial income. Quietly, I crept upstairs and kissed my fiancé Mark's cheek, my son Joshua's forehead, and was out the door in minutes.
Life working in a hospital always had its surprises. Usually, I would walk into the hospital, greet my coworkers, and go treat my patients. My first patient today was Ms. Wilt, the somewhat crazy Alzheimer's patient who had been at the hospital for almost a month.
"Good morning, Ms. Wilt," I greeted her with a smile. She stared at me coldly.
"What do you want, Gloria?" She asked in an angry tone.
"No, Ms. Wilt, it's Casey. And I'm here to check up on you, and make sure everything's alright." I said, grabbing her chart from the edge of the bed. I read it carefully.
"Nothing wrong there. I'll be back later, Ms. Wilt," I said cheerfully. She grunted as I left, and made my way to my next patient. His name was Brian White, and he was a middle-aged man with narcolepsy.
"'Morning Mr. White, how are you feeling this morning?" I asked. He smiled at me.
"Not bad, Dr. Macdonald," He said. I glanced at his chart, nothing new, and left shortly after. After visiting various patients, I finally was able to take a lunch break. I sat in the cafeteria with a nurse friend of mine, and then went to report to my boss.
"Hello, Dr. Macdonald," The old man said dully. I waved at him.
"I'm going to need you to work a little over-time tonight, a few residents will be out." He stated. Before I had time to reply, he added,
"Oh, you have a new patient. Room 203." He said before walking off down a hallway. Sighing, I walked slowly down to room 203.
"Afternoon," I said to the patient as I looked down. The man on the cot didn't reply. I grabbed the chart off the edge of the bed and glanced at it. The man had had a drug abuse problem. Great, I thought in my head.
"How are you feeling, uh," I glanced at his name, "Mr. Venturi?" Wide-eyed, I stared at the chart again. Sure enough, the name Derek Venturi was printed neatly in the corner of the paper. I stared at him and realized he didn't know who I was.
"Derek?" I asked. He glanced at me and asked,
"What?" A blank look covered his face. I almost wanted to shake him, and make him remember me. His eyes were dazed and bloodshot as he looked into mine. How couldn't he remember?
"Uh," I glanced at the chart again, and stopped. I opened my mouth and closed it again, not knowing exactly what to say. Again, he glanced up at me with his big brown eyes and I almost felt like running.
"D-do y-you need anything?" I asked shakily. He furrowed his brow as to wonder why I was stuttering so much, but he didn't mention anything about it.
"I'm fine," He said quietly, "But thanks, uh," He glanced at my nametag, "Dr. Macd-" He stopped, and looked at me again. I suddenly felt very nervous, and my face grew bright red.
"I-I've got to go," I said quietly, and turned on my heel to leave.
"Wait." A cold voice from behind me growled. I turned again, now looking into the same brown eyes, but they were much colder. Oh no, I thought, He still hasn't forgiven me. I timidly walked backwards a few steps, afraid of my own stepbrother. He didn't speak for minutes as I worriedly bit the inside of my lip.
"Casey," He spat. I gulped and forced myself to look at him.
"Y-yes?" I asked. His face was almost like stone, unmoving.
"How could you?" Was all he asked. It had been so long since we had last talked, so I guess that was the appropriate question to ask.
"Uh, well, you see…" I trailed off, not exactly sure what to say next, "I'm sorry?" I said, unsure of what his reaction would be. He didn't speak, he just stared. After a few minutes of silence, I became uncomfortable and left. As soon as I was out of that room, I let go of a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. Why does Derek have to come back now? Of all times?
A/N: Okay, I know you guys are probably a bit confused. Well, don't worry, explaining will be done next chapter. Please review!