Dr. Kylie's POV
I wasn't entirely okay, but after Dr. Ross got fired and walked out of the door leaving Brady and me alone in his office, my demons from hell mocked me, so loudly I felt like I would go crazy.
“He would come for me... and soon,” I whispered to myself as my heartbeat spiked like an athlete.
The silence between us was awkward, scratch that... killing. Silence wasn't golden at all, around a renowned grumpy fellow. I had never been with Brady in this state, and right now, I was beyond terrified.
“Easy, Kylie,” I continued reciting random words just to feel good.
My hand twitched and suddenly became shaky. I clutched tightly on the ice pack, and pressed it harder on my cheek, even though the area had gone numb from excess application. It was a miracle I still held onto the freezing pack.
"Are you okay?" Brady asked, staring at me keenly. I bet he saw through me right now.
“Yes,” I nodded furiously. "I am, thank you.” I bit on my lower lip, the pressure almost digging
