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Morgan's POV

"You know if this persists, you will have to go see a doctor."

"Are you sick mummy?"

"No, I'm not!" I was saying for the umpteenth time. "I'm not sick Cole, okay?" I eyed my father. "Now off you go with Molly. Come on."

After he had gone out of earshot, I turned to my father. "What?!"

"Just because I told you how I've been feeling lately, doesn't mean that you have to talk about it," I said out of frustration. "You are making the kids start to think that I'm sick."

"You are."

"I am not, I'm just tired."

"And how sure are you about that Morgan? What are you? A doctor?"

I rolled my eyes picking up my bag to head for the office. "I'm fine dad, I'll be fine. Trust me."

He made as if to say something, but decided against it. "Fine, I'll take your word for it." I smiled, kissed his cheek, and headed out for the office.

The work I had been doing throughout the week was what was normally a month's work and today was to be the completion of it all. I hadn't been able to get up to three hours of sleep last night, all thanks to the huge pile that had decided not to reduce.

"Come in," I said to whoever knocked on the door. My secretary walked in. More files, more work!!!

"These are the documents on the important investor that you told me to put together." I took a deep breath, trying to control myself, and smiled at her.

"Thank you, Nora," I replied, extending my hands to take the documents from her: my vision blurred, and the room seemed to be moving. I blinked, and everything was back to normal. Perhaps I was even beginning to hallucinate.

I smiled at Nora, dismissed her, and continued working. All was fine, until lunchtime. I stretched myself and decided to get lunch. I stood up from my seat, and my office began to spin with such speed and force that my eyes couldn't focus on anything. I tried to grab the edge of my table but had trouble differentiating the real image from the fake one. Eventually, I latched onto one of the images. It was the fake one and I fell, hitting my rib on the edge of the table.

I remained on the floor till the spinning stopped before I could get up. My dad was right. I needed to go to the hospital and find out if this was just stress, or something else.

Slowly getting up from the floor, fully aware of the pain in my ribs, I took my car keys, told Nora that I'd be out for some time, and left for the hospital. I happened to find the hospital that I heard was one of the best in the area. I had also heard some of the staff at the company saying that the hospital was even going international soon. So I just drove to it and parked my car.

Then remembered that I hadn't eaten. I wasn't particularly hungry, but I wondered if whatever was going to be the outcome of this journey would require me to eat. I got out of my car and stood there, my back on the car, contemplating if to eat or not to eat.

"Oh my God!" I turned to face my car, fumbling with the keys to open it. When it finally opened, I got into the car and lowered the seat. What was he doing here? And why did I have to bump into him almost everywhere?!

I slowly peeked out of the car window and there he still was, the man I had used, talking to someone. I studied him and when 'wow' escaped my lips, I didn't know. He stood very tall, I was guessing maybe 6"4 or 6"5, with his crystal blue eyes and his kind smile. Then I began to smile.

I didn't even want to think about his well-defined body or his beautifully sharp features, because that would be a story for another day. If only we had doctors this hot, then I wouldn't have a problem coming to the hospital...

"What's wrong with me?" I asked myself, realizing that I was fantasizing about whoever this man was. Was he a doctor here? Or did he come visiting? What wash even asking? All that mattered was that I came here to check myself up, see what's wrong, and get back to work. I had piles and piles of work to take care of. Both hard copy and soft copy.

I peeked out of the window again, just in time with when the two men were through with speaking. The second man walked out of the hospital while the man I had made use of walked deeper into the hospital. I got out of my car and walked into the hospital. Rosewood enterprise was a famous one, so almost everyone was happy to see that I had visited their hospital. I decided to bask in that glory for now.

I walked to the nurse at the entrance of the hospital and explained why I was the hospital who led me to a doctor, who finally led me to another room.

Where they intentionally dragging me around to get on my nerves or what? My stomach gave a low growl buti dey see to ignore it. I would eat after finishing my business here, at this hospital.

"This is the waiting room for the doctor you have been assigned to, doctor Winston Valentine."

'I'm supposed to wait?! I'm a busy woman!!' I was about to blurt out, but thought otherwise.

"He is currently seeing someone, so you'll have to go in when he's through."

I nodded at the doctor. After all, what could I do about it? I just had to wait.

"Okay." He nodded, and then walked out of the room. It wasn't up to five minutes later, that the person doctor Valentine (what an amazing name) was attending to, walked out of his office.

I adjusted my top, and walked into the office, my head held high. The doctor was sitting, his attention on the file in front of him. "Do sit." He said, not raising his head from the patient's report in his hands.

I sat down, looking around the office. It was well lit, and well ventilated. It didn't smell or look like a hospital, but like an office. There weren't much files on the shelf, biting the wall hung certificates, but no pictures of him.

The sound of the report closing shut turned my attention to the man in front of me.

"So." He said. "How may I be of help?" Then he raised his head. I gasped the loudest gasp I had ever gasped in my life as the crystal blue eyes bore into mine with the same surprise filled in it.

"Oh no!"