Money Can't Buy Everything

Chapter 12 The Hospital

---Missy's POV---

I emerge at the hospital so quickly that it seemed like some sort of magic trick.. I almost threw my motorcycle when parking it, out of my frustration thinking about everything that had just happened. But no matter how frustrated I am, I will never do anything bad to my motorcycle.. It's my baby.. and the only reliable item I have in my life that I picked out myself at the moment.. as sad as that sounds. But that doesn't change the people I picked that never worked out.. Which brings me back to my problem at hand with the two men that seem to love to torture me for whatever reason.

Were they just messing with me? Just playing around? Touching me sexually when they knew I didn't want to be touched, or even just touched like that, is not a joke I want to be apart of and completely frustrating that they would do that to me just because THEY wanted to.. Just by that action alone, it shows they have no respect for me and my feelings, which hurts on so many levels.

I feel the sadness building up again in my heart, mind and eyes, at that thought alone. But the only peace of mind I seemed to get was when I started to think about how sweet Derek was by trying to help me even though he had no idea what happened.. Standing besides me in my protection just because.. it was something I never expected.. I have thought he has been genuinely sweet this entire time, but this is something more than I ever expected.. There's even a big part of me that thinks if he did have any idea what happened behind those closed doors, that he might have beat the hell out of Drake right then and there.

Derek almost getting into a fight and threatening Drake while pushing him away from me was probably one of the sexiest things I have ever seen in my favor. No one has taken my side to fight for me and with me in a situation.. That combination is hard to come by.. This has my mind reeling even more about him.. Like I said before, the more I find out about him the more I like.. which makes things harder and harder to not catch any feelings for him.

As much as I don't want to admit it outloud.. I will admit it myself internally.. There's a part of me that thinks I have already caught the feelings bug for Derek.. like some sort of cold.. It's taking over everything in my body in such a short span of time, making me feel things inside and out.. but unlike the cold, I really don't mind this one bit.. I keep trying to push him away and he keeps showing back up.. so far.. The feelings I seem to be catching are so intoxicating that I let them in willingly, even though I know I shouldn't have any part.. So he won't break my heart like the others.

I'm not trying to be pessimistic, I'm just trying to be realistic, to be honest with myself.. So I don't get my hopes up too high when it comes to him.. I'm 'too much work' as the boys said to me in my past.. So he will figure that out soon enough and ditch while he can. So I let out a deep breathe in defeat. From every outlook the result just seems to be the same which is depressing in itself.

Believe me I have tried to be optimistic about my life in the past and was always let down.. It's hard to keep your head held high when it gets knocked down every time.. So I'll just try to survive this storm until it passes on its own, as I rock with the waves like a boat on the ocean.

I get to my brother's door.. It's closed this time around so I stand in front of it for a moment. I take in a deep breath, then letting it back out quickly, trying to calm myself down before I see him because Chris will see straight through this masquerade if I don't. I take another deep breath before letting it release from my lungs, making me feel even more calm than I intended. I noticed my hand wrapped around something so tight. I look down, opening my hand and I'm still holding onto Derek's number. I stare at it for a moment before pulling out my phone and typing in his number to save it just in case. I start to stare at the number before I quickly type in a message to send before I lose all confidence.. It states simply. 'Thanks for being there when I needed it and you didn't have to.' That's all I can muster up the courage to say.. even though I shouldn't be sending anything at all.. I let out another deep breath as I put my phone into my pocket.

I shake the rest of my distress off before plastering a big fake smile on my face.. I don't like lying to my little brother, but I feel like I have to when it comes to my love life, mostly because he has enough to worry about as it is in his life.. So why burden him with my problems that he has nothing to do with and can't do anything about.. So I just don't.. I quickly open the door as I let myself in, seeing a smiling Chris to help my fake smile start to turn into a real one.. thankfully.

---Derek's POV---

I watch Missy drive off from the theater just wondering what the hell happened in that play or after it, to make her so upset? I wish I knew so I could help her.. I cant pry though because it's not my business.. but knowing who it partially involved already irritates my nerves beyond belief. I just want to go in there and beat the hell out of that douchbag until he tells me what he did to make her that upset.. I'll interrogate him if I have to.. But what if that just pisses her off? She never asked me for help or protection, but I feel like I got all the approval I needed for my actions in that last hug after everything.. She was able to see my intentions, that I just wanted to help her out anyway I could.. not even having to know why she was upset. It was everything we both wanted and she needed. But I don't want to just be her comfort for that one part.. I want more.. I want to open this door for us but she just keeps trying to close it.. I'm assuming from other failed attempts at a relationship.. I just need more chances to prove to her that I can be reliable and she can depend on me like she has never been able to with anyone else before.. But she runs every chance she gets.. Luckily for me this time, she has my number now.. So hopefully I will be able to have more contact with her if she will call me.

I hear my phone ringing right after that thought, getting my mind racing because that could be perfect timing and it might be her. I answered my phone without hesitation or even looking to see what the screen said. "Derek.. we need you to come in.. I know it's your day off, but Dr. Strauss is out because of his trip to the Bahamas.. his patient went into an early labor and is headed to the hospital now.. Please." Stacy the receptionist calls me, explaining everything without even taking a breath in between any of the words. This is urgent.

"Ok Stacy, I'm headed there now." I replied, hanging up the call and walking away from the building back to my motorcycle. Josh is leaning against his car that is parked right next to my motorcycle.. I think waiting for Sarah to join him. He looks at me curiously watching me get to my bike. "The hospital called and needs a doctor to deliver a baby so I'm headed in." I explain to him as he quickly asks, "What happened with Missy? She looked upset leaving."

"I'm not sure.. but it had something to do with the muscled-up douchbag who threatened me before.. He came out apologizing to her, acting so casual about whatever really upset her. She said she is changing dance partners so he can't touch her again.. So when he tried to come near her, I blocked him and wouldn't let him so she could leave. But the plus was that she hugged me and even trusted me enough to cry in my arms.. I just held her.. nothing more.. but you could tell she needed that.. I just hope she appreciates it as much as I did. I felt like that was a step in the right direction to show her that I'm dependable." I explained to him as he nodded at me.

"That's a great step.. Now hurry up before that baby delivers itself." He commands, causing me to smile and wave before flipping my leg over the bike. I slipped the helmet on while starting the engine and quickly taking off like the wind. In situations such as this, I have to be as quick as possible, so I step on the gas, leaning in and shooting like a bullet through the piled up traffic jam that is slowly coming to a stop, but not for me.. It's easy for me to slip between cars in an emergency such as this and not even feel remotely bad.

I get to hospital faster than any of us expected, because when I entered the front of the building I get Stacy's attention. She was completely shocked. "What room?" I quickly inquire as she looks at her papers then states, "Room 6 on floor 4 Sir.. thank you." I nod and make my way to the elevator, taking my jacket off along with my helmet inside of the elevator as it ascends the floors to drop me off to my declared destination. The bell dings loudly before I notice the doors opening in front of me.. I step forward, getting out and looking around to make sure no one is right here before I turn down the hallway.

But something caught my gaze.. I saw something I never expected to.. It's Missy.. She is standing in front of a room door looking down at something in her hands. I watch her pull her phone out as she types then puts it back into her pocket.. I watch her chest rise then fall with her deep breath before plastering a fake smile on her stunning face, then entering the room, shutting the door behind her. I turn to go check it out before I hear. "Thank God it's you Derek! You made such good time.. she just got here.. the baby is already crowning.." the nurse states to me, gaining my attention. I hear my phone beep but I don't have time right this urgent second.. I nod at the nurse as I continue to stare at the door that Missy went into for a moment.. before turning away and headed to help out this woman having her baby.. It's my job.