He snaps at me and I stare at him flatly.
"I don't understand why you care. What does it matter of he touched me?"
I ask softly. He doesn't answer me immediately, and frowns at me, and for one dangerous second the tension shifts.
I'm not exactly sure what I am hoping he'd say, but my heart begins to race and I quickly look away from him again.
"I don't care. It didn't bother me because he was talking to you, it just bothered me that he was wasting both your and his time when you both should have been working, not flirting. It's a hospital, not a place to pick up people. You really need to stop reading into these things."
He says roughly and my heart clenches painfully.
Why did that hurt?
I quickly turn back towards the stove, blinking my eyes at the sudden tears stinging behind my
