Entangled With The Deranged Billionaire; Can't Believe I'm falling for my patient.

The ward was rarely ever this quiet, the chances of the ward being this quiet could be likened to waiting for a blue moon, the chances of both ever happening was very slim. I stood by the door and listened but there was no noise. No murmurs or screams. I heard the clock strike midnight somewhere. I stretched my taut limbs and sighed. My shift would soon be over. I gently pulled the door shut and was heading to the staff room when I saw the ambulance pull into the compound. Mark jumped out of the passenger seat and hurried to the back of the ambulance. Ughhh, i groaned throwing my head backwards and massaging my temples, " Not another patient," I hissed. Taking hazy steps to the front door, I pulled it open and the sight before me made me pause abruptly Mark was pushed across the compound by the patient while some other guy whose face I could not quite make out, struggled to hold the patient in place. "That dude nearly punched my teeth out," Mark complained as he bounced back on his feet, spitting out a mouth full of saliva. The greater part of my night was spent trying to deal with difficult patients. My feet wobbly from all that walking around. Gropping my handbag tighter, I ambled carefully and slowly towards them, Strands of grey hair glistened on the patient's head. "What could have happened to him?" I found myself wondering out loud. it wasn't in your place to worry about what happened to them Elsie. Just make sure he is stable so you can get going already, I chided myself "Substance overdose,” Mark declared, as if reading my mind. _were my thoughts visible on the outside?_ Throwing a pink card at me, I caught it and ran my eyes through the content of the card. "The card contains his details," Mark confirmed, and I nodded, squinting my eyes in order to see the awfully tiny writing scribbled on the card. "Sebastian Ligaya," I mused, gesturing to the nurse who was in charge of the records, "Sebastian Ligaya," I expressed getting used to the feel of the name on my lips, "that's his name, Check him into room eighteen," I explained, handing the card. Slipping out of my brown heels, I slipped in to the flip flops provides by the hospital, just as Mark and the other guy dragged him into the hospital. He did not look like your regular addicts, his sharp nose hung right above his round button lips. His chin was sculpted and dimpled. "Don't just stand there and stare," Mark snapped at me, as the dragged the man across the hallway. "Room eighteen," I yelled behind them, rushing into the medication room and throwing different medicines In the tray I had grabbed. _"I should grab more sedatives," I muttered to myself, reaching for another brand of sedatives._ "Hold him down, please," I pleaded, entering the room with the tray and placing it on the bedside drawer. "I forgot syringes" I added, before dashing out once more. "Hurry," Mark groaned, as the wrestled to put him on the bed. They would not last last five minutes against him. His strength was much more greater in comparison to theirs. "Excuse me," I pleaded, walking around them, and dabbing a cotton wool in methylated Spirit, and wiping s section of his upper arm. "Hold him a little tighter, please," I gestured to them, before piercing the needle through his upper arm and into his blood stream. "Arghhhhhh," he groaned, kicking away Mark's hands away from him and the syringe off my hands. "He might wake the other patients up," the other man whispered softly. Sweat trickled down the side of his tanned skin, the veins on his arm threatened to burst out. During our brief distraction, the man, Sebastian, grabbed Mark by the arm, threatening to bite it as he bared his teeth at it. "I think he is going to bite me," Mark screamed, "what is happening," he yelped, turning to me. Flexing his free arm, Mark landed a punch on his face, causing him to fall back into the bed. “I gave him a sedative," I explained, rubbing the back of my neck in frustration, " it's meant to calm him down.” "Apparently, it's not doing what it was designed to do," Mark shot back at me. _even I was confused. The sedative I had administered to him was one of the most potent if its kind._ One minute and thirty four seconds, there hasn't been any reaction from him yet. "Alright guys, I think the sedatives finally- "Ahhhh," Mark and the other guy screamed, as he reared his head back up, hitting his fists on the bedside drawer. Screaming unrecognizable words. “The drugs in his system must be fighting against the sedative,” I explained, searching frantically through the medical tray and pulled out another injection. _it was another brand of sedatives._ "I'm gonna need you guys to hold him down once more," I pleaded, piercing the needle into his baby like smooth skin in one swift movement. Minutes after I administered the second one, his nerves relaxed and his began darting his eyes everywhere in the room. “Leave him,” I told Mark and his man. They slowly let go. He lay there with his eyes open. “Is he still alive?” I studied him for a while and nodded. “He's still breathing.” “Unicorns came into the house,” He said in a slow voice and opened his eyes. They were bloodshot. “You can excuse us,” I said and Mark left with his assistant. “Did you see the unicorns?” He tried to sit up but fell back almost immediately. I helped him set up his pillows. “You need to rest,” I squeezed his hand gently. “We can talk about the unicorns later.” He grabbed my hand and my entire body froze in place. What if the sedatives didn't work? “We’ll talk about the unicorns later,” He replied and kissed the back of my palm. His eyes were drooping with fatigue and his voice was a fragile echo. *** For some weird reason I was compelled to remain in the ward with him. Getting comfortable on the chair in the ward. My eyelids grew heavy from the stress and I drifted off in sleep _ _ I opened my eyes to the sounds of a tap running in the bathroom. Blinking my eyelids repeatedly to adjust to the light and the room. " Where was I" I said softly. "You're in room eighteen," the husky voice sounded behind me. Turning abruptly, my eyes met with the pair of black eyes, his eyes deep and bottomless like the midnight. He stood tall with a height of around six feet two inches, His face had a square shape and his eyes were the most magnificent eyes I had had ever seen, they seemed to be capable of luring you to a world unknown. His round shaped lips curved in a smile. "Hi, you must be the pretty nurse who took care of me last night," "I --i guess I am," I stuttered struggling to find my words. "Nice," he stated, walking to his bed, his chest broad and built. Except for the few strands of grey hair in his hair, he could easily pass for someone in his late thirties. "I am Sebastian," he smiled extending his hands in a handshake. "Sebastian Ligaya, I already knew that," I blurted out, suddenly finding I creepy that I bragged about knowing his name before he introduced himself, "its- it's on the card," I felt the need to explain. "It's totally fine," he chuckled putting his teeth out on display, his canines slightly longer and pointer than the rest. It was the most perfect set of teeth I had ever come across and when he laughed, it seemed to light up the entire room. "Don't I deserve to know your name, pretty nurse or maybe psycho's like me don't deserve to know your name?" His doe eyes innocent and inviting, yet carrying a hint of mischief in them. Wait a second, did he just call me pretty? I probably heard wrong. "I am, um sorry. My name is Elsie," I fidgeted, twirling a loose strand of my hair. _jeez Elsie, now it seems like you are trying so hard to flirt with him._ "Mm Elsie" he mused, touching his chin, "it's a pretty name for a pretty girl," _So my ears weren't rusty after all. I did hear him properly._ _but I'm not actually pretty._ "Of course you are not," he declared, making my heart sink a little, I was right after all. "You are drop dead gorgeous," he beamed. "Gorgeous is a bit of a strong word," I muttered "Nonsense," he exclaimed, "Do you have a mirror or I need to buy you one? Elsie you are overstepping your conversation boundaries with your patient._ _but I am trying to help him feel comfortable, I am not doing anything wrong. I am doing the right thing_ "You flatter me too much," I waved off his comment. Finally standing from the chair that I made my bed all through the night. "I only happen to be speaking the truth," I could swear I saw him winking at me. It happened so fast maybe I was daydreaming. I need to go home and get some proper shut eye. "Mr Sebastian, I will be checking your vital signs now," I announced, "stay here, while I go get the proper instruments needed," "I won't move till you tell me to," he called as I dashed to the medication room. _Asides needing to bring the thermometer and his record so I could scribble the new temperature reports. I also stepped out so I can be able to collect my thoughts. What happened back there in the room? I need to pull myself together. You can not be blushing at your patient's words?_ _but I know what I saw back there, he was trying to flirt with me_ _what if he was just trying to be nice?_ Ughh, I threw my head back in frustration, rubbing my forehead at the headache I am about to have from all these internal struggling. Returning to the room with a tray, containing a thermometer, pulse oximeter, a stethoscope, his file and a pair of hand gloves. True to his words, he seated in the exact same position I had left him in. "You sure do know how to keep to your words," I commented, placing the tray on the bedside table. "They don't call me 'keeps to his words Sebastian,’ for nothing," he smirked. "No they don't," I laughed, taking a seat beside him on the bed. " Just do as I say, alright" "Alright ma'am," he chuckled. Scribbling down each of the information in the paper. Thankfully everything seemed to have become stable to some point. "We will be watching you for a while. Just to be sure you are properly okay," I explained, taking off the glove, moving my legs towards the door. "I hope your boyfriend was not upset with you spending the night at the ward rather than coming home to him," his words made me halt in my tracks. Maybe he wasn't totally fine yet. I need to run more tests on him. "Huh," I raised an eyebrow at him, turning to face him, tightening my grip on the tray. "Pardon me if my words took you by surprise. I am just curious," "It is okay, I guess," I smiled at him. "Maybe you are upset because your boyfriend did indeed get pissed at the fact you are spending too much time here," he added. "No no. Not at all. I don't," I paused, unsure if it was right to continue with the rest of my sentence, "have a boyfriend," "And why is that. You must really be picky then," This guy was properly good at flirting with the ladies wasn't he? "Okay," I mused, taking my seat beside him on the bed, "tell me about the unicorns,”