The Nurse

All she could do was cry. No matter how hard she tries to bring herself to explain, tears seem to roll down her face regardless.

“I…I was…” She stammered but words failed her again.

“Who made you cry?” He asked calmly but she could see the almost evil glint in his eyes as he stared down at her.

“It's my fault. It's all my fault. I…”

Damon dropped his umbrella, got on one knee and lifted her off the ground effortlessly. Naomi leaned in, sobbing still.

How on earth is she supposed to explain to him how she was feeling? Would he care to listen?

Damon placed her into the car and took over the driver's seat seconds later. He turned on the warmer and took off his coat, hanging it around her shoulders.

“Why are you here?” She asked quietly.

Damon froze, he wasn't expecting her to ask him that question.

“I was driving by and I saw some random woman crying in my parking lot. I have the right to investigate, don't I?”

Naomi exhales and turns away from him. “Of course. It's your company after all.” She replied.

For a minute, the duo existed in silence, listening to the gentle platter of rain falling on the roof of the car.

“Shouldn't you be home by now? Why…why did you stay in the office till now?” Damon asked.

Naomi sniffs, damp hair sticking to her face.

“I had work to do. My team lead wanted me to work on the presentation which I did..”

His eyes roamed her body until his eyes caught her bleeding knee.

“What is wrong with you?! Why are you so careless?!”

Naomi faced him, confused by his sudden outburst. “Why are you yelling at me?” she shrieks right back.

She took way too much bullshit from Tita, she's not about to have a rerun with Damon. She is definitely not in the mood for that!

“You're bleeding!” He explained.

“And? Why are you yelling at me for my own injuries then?!” She snapped, trying hard to hold back her tears.

Damon exhaled. “Forget it.”

He ignites the engine and drives off. He pulled a stop at a pharmacy, got out of the car and made his way into the clinic.

Naomi was barely paying attention, she was very much in her head. All she wants is for the day to go by as quickly as it possibly can.

Maybe she'll call in sick tomorrow, she could feel a flu coming already.

She pulled out her phone and composed a short and brief email to both the HR and Tita even though she didn't have to.

“She's going to think I'm slacking off anyway. What difference does it make?” She muttered and clicked the send icon.

Her side of the door swings open and Damon pulls her legs towards him. Naomi glanced down at him as he went down on one knee with a first aid kit in hand.

Where were they? She took a quick look around her and back at Damon in shock.

“You came here…for me?” She said.

“If you get sick, it will be on me. I don’t have the capacity to look after a sick person. It's easier to get it treated now than to have much more complicated issues later.”

Naomi smiled. “Why would it be on you?”

Damon wiped the surface of the cut and applied a balm before placing a plaster over the cut.

“You live in my house and I don't want to get sick too.” He said, getting up on his feet.

Naomi stared at the plaster, a small smile on her face. “Thank you.”

“It's just a plaster, don't overthink it. Get in.”

Naomi moved her legs back into the car and Damon shut the door. He settled in the driver's seat and they were on their way home soon after.

Minutes go by and Naomi finds herself drifting into sleep. She felt so weak and exhausted from all the retyping and thinking all day.

Soon, she was fast asleep..

♡♡

Her eyes opened to the sound of someone knocking on the door. Naomi sat up, scanning her environment.

How did she get on the bed? The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Damon's car and…

She pulls the duvet to the side and sets her feet on the warm flooring. Right next to the bed were a sachet of pills, a bowl of water and a wet towel..

“Ms Naomi?” Patrick called once more.

“Coming.”

She headed for the door and pulled it open. “Good morning Mr Patrick.”

“Good morning Miss. Here is your car key. I made sure the driver washed it before driving it down here.” Patrick hands over her car keys.

“Oh. Thanks. That's really..sweet. How did you know where my car was?” Naomi asked as she took the keys from him.

“Mr Damon told me. He's back at the Diaz office. Do you need me to pass any message across?”

“No. Uhm… I was wondering how I got upstairs? I remember falling asleep in his car last night and..”

“Oh. Mr Damon carried you up the stairs. And nursed you all night. You were burning up and we were quite worried. I do hope you feel much better now?” He asked.

“Yes. I do feel…better. So you're saying Damon…nursed me. All night.”

“Yes. Is there a problem?” Patrick asked.

“Not at all. Thanks for picking up my car.”

“My pleasure. Mr Damon said to tell you to take a day off or two. I hope you honour his wishes.”

Naomi nods. “Thank you once again.”

She shut the door and leaned on it. Did she hear that correctly? Damon nursed her all night?

No. There's no way. He could barely stand her not to mention nursing her back to health.

Naomi heads back to the bed, if she'll be taking the day off, she might as well sleep.

Her phone rings, a call from Tita.

Not again! Naomi mistakenly slides on the receiver. “Who the hell do you think you are to take a day off when my job is hanging on the line?!”