Why is this arrogant, self-centered man being compassionate? I’m confused. My heart is even more confused. The only thing I’m certain about is I can no longer deny my feelings for him. Coincidentally at that very moment, he affectionately looks directly into my tearful eyes. His expression is warm and sympathetic. He sees right through my hard armor and directly into my heart. I break our intense gaze and mouth, “Thank you!” He rewards me with his heart-wrenching smile and playfully salutes me with his right hand.
As we walk around the corner to the main hospital entrance, I spot Mr. Bradley wearing ceil blue hospital scrubs speaking to someone on the phone. He has a troubled expression on his face. I jealously wonder who he’s talking to…maybe a girlfriend. And why am I jealous? Argh...I'm frustrated with myself. I wave him over to our direction once he finished his call. His expression lightens up.