Her Doctor

~~~CAT'S POV~~~

"I don't care how many flowers you receive every day or how you want to flaunt your suitors here in the office but once the flowers wilted, throw them out. It is an eyesore." My new boss, or so I assume, said in a cold tone. His brows knitted together in a frown and his eyes were boring a hole in me.

I was stunned in place while my new boss was scrutinizing me from head to toe. He doesn't have a good impression of me, I could tell by the way he looks at me.

I gulped the knot in my throat when he started to take a step toward me. I swear I was holding my breath and if I could only stop my heart beating, I would do so while he passed by me.

I should have gotten to my desk the moment I came instead of standing here blocking his way to the door of his office.

I closed my eyes waiting for the door of his office to open and close indicating that he is nowhere near me. But why is it taking so long?

I was still rooted frozen in my place, not daring to look behind me when I heard him speak again.

"You know, I should have fired you yesterday but since my father said that you are one of his most trusted people here in the company, I decided to give you a chance. I'll take my father's words but once you make a mistake, my father cannot vouch for you anymore."

I felt my blood run cold. My heart thumps faster and louder than it should. I'm screwed. No more mistakes, if I did, I'm going to lose my job. He will be watching my every move, I'm sure of that. And why do I feel like he will deliberately find a way for me to make a mistake so that he could get rid of me?

I tried to find words to say but before I could open my mouth, I heard the door of his office open and then closed.

I cursed as I released the breath that I am holding in.

I slowly turn my head to look in the direction where my new boss went.

"Damn," I mumbled to myself.

This is the first time that I met my new boss but this is not the first time that I've seen him. I've seen him multiple times in photos.

My former boss has the habit of hanging some photo frames in his office and some on his desk. There were pictures of my new boss as well as family pictures of the three. I assumed that he was the only child because I never saw anyone except him. And I never cared to ask.

Aside from them, there were also pictures of my new boss's two daughters. And they were the cutest angels I've ever seen. I found out that they were my new boss's daughters because my former boss talks so proudly about them.

As of now, the photos have been removed. I was the one who personally removed them because my former boss says that my new boss wouldn't like it there.

I never asked about personal or family matters about my former boss. He was always the one talking about them. I knew that my new boss used to live overseas with his own family and he works as the CEO of a company that is owned by a family friend who needs help running the company.

I sometimes wonder why he has to when his father owns a big company himself. Of course, I didn't ask why. I am not a nosy person.

~~~Alvin's POV~~~

Today is the day that I gave an order that Cat can be discharged and I didn't even visit her. I am pretty sure she had gone out already. I made some take-home instructions and prescriptions but I just instructed the nurse to give them to her. Now I regret it. I should have seen her at least before she left. Especially after our argument last night.

She is good to go, but I just wanted her to stay for another day because I know that the moment she gets discharged, she will eventually go back to work without resting for at least a day.

And I was right. I just got a message from Grace that Cat is back to work. If I am not mistaken, she got discharged at 8 am. Her work starts at 9 am, so that means she only changed clothes at home before she went to work.

I got nothing against her working, but the thing is, she is just so workaholic and that is the first thing that I told her to change her lifestyle to improve her condition. But she is just so stubborn.

It was three years ago when she got admitted to the hospital under my care. That's when I first met her. Although stubborn, she has always been a direct and honest person. She never sees her weakness as an obstacle to achieving her goal.

She is sometimes pessimistic and sometimes optimistic. It has always been a balance between the two. She is a beautiful person inside and out.

She immediately got my attention and as time went by, I started to become interested in her in a more romantic way.

And since her illness is a bit tricky to diagnose, I often see her once a month for her check-up and while working together to find out what is wrong with her, we got to know more about each other. Later on, our relationship turns from doctor-patient to friend.

Then last year, I finally got a clear diagnosis of her illness. And from that moment on, I had the sudden urge to take care of her for the rest of our life, not just as her doctor.

I proposed marriage to her so that I could take care of her as her doctor and husband. I want her to stop working because that is for the better. But unfortunately, I was rejected. Well, I cannot blame her. I never confessed my feelings to her. I just can't seem to. I thought it was just too obvious or she was just too naive.

Sometimes I wonder if she really doesn't see it or if she is just pretending that she doesn't. Until yesterday when I opened up my offer again which I always did. She cleared the reason why she cannot marry me. She said that there is no love between us. Right, she doesn't know how I feel about her. Maybe, I should confess.

But the fact that she doesn't feel anything for me, pained me. The truth always hurt and I was not prepared for that.

But it doesn't hurt me as much as when I found her on the floor of her apartment, curled into a ball, crying and mumbling inaudible words. Seeing her in pain felt like the whole world crushed me. Though I had seen her like that before, the sight always hurt me. I don't want her to feel that kind of pain anymore. I want her to live a normal life without pain. I want to end her suffering but the fact that I can't, no one can hurt me the most.

That night on my way home I called her but she didn't answer. I tried a couple of times but she still didn't. Though I know that she is already at her apartment. I always call her once a day to check out on her. Especially these past few days.

I accidentally found out from Grace that their company will be having a new CEO and everyone is busy. She doesn't have to tell me but I already guessed that Cat would be the busiest since she is the Executive Assistant of the CEO.

The thought of her overworking again irritates me. The more I wanted her to stop working.

When she didn't answer my call, I started to get worried. Her apartment is out of the way from my house, but still, I made a U-turn going to her apartment.

I knocked a couple of times but no one answered. I called her phone but she is not answering as well. But I could hear her phone ringing inside so I was sure that she was inside the apartment.

I started to panic, something was not right. And I knew something might have happened to her. I slammed my body into the door of the apartment and I was surprised that it opened.

Am I that strong or is the lockset of the door just fragile? I made a mental note to change her lockset into a more heavy-duty one.

When the door opened, I saw her curled up on the floor of the kitchen.

"Shit!" I cursed and sprinted towards her. She was sweating profusely, her eyes were tightly shut. She is crying and saying words I cannot hear.

"Cat," I called out her name but she was not answering. "Hey, sweetheart, I am here. Don't worry, you'll be fine." I tried to reassure her though I know she is not in a good condition to notice me or understand what I am saying.

I just squatted in front of her, afraid to touch her because it might cause her more pain. "I'm sorry, this is going to be painful but I have to do this. I have to take you to the hospital, okay? Just bear with it." I said in a gentle tone while stroking her hair gently.

I put my arm around her back and the other one under her knees. She screamed in pain and I felt like her scream was slicing my heart like it was a sharp knife.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to her ear when I lifted her. That's when she lost consciousness.