It'll Come Naturally

"I'm really angry that you tricked your way in here. I'm angry at all the patients who don't value their lives. You know what? You are the first one I've treated who's so gutsy." Yes, it was his first time meeting a woman like that. That was why he tried hard to keep her at arm's "I can be more gutsy as long as you remember me." Patricia laughed proudly. But she felt hurt deep down. He didn't indicate he liked her, but instead made fun of her. She pushed her sadness away and still smiled brightly.

length. He didn't want to get close to her. To him, they were entirely different people who would never see eye to eye. A relationship was impossible.

"Okay, let's get this stitched. Don't worry. It won't hurt a lot. The anesthetic should have kicked in by now." Tom decided not to talk with her about it anymore. They couldn't be boyfriend and girlfriend. So he wasn't going to keep her hanging on. He had to totally cut her off and let her know where he stood. Otherwise he'd have no end of troubles.

Patricia bit her lip. The pain from her wound was fine. It was her heart that hurt. She knew he didn't want to talk to her, so she stopped trying to make conversation. But she still stared at his handsome face with her obsessive eyes.

Suddenly, the office got quiet. They could even hear each other's hearts beating. They both felt really weird.

"Can you drive me home?" This was what Patricia asked him when they reached the CT room entrance. She was looking forward to his answer. She didn't want to piss him off, so she got herself checked out. According to the scans, she suffered a mild concussion, but it was not that severe. She saw Tom's demeanor soften, so she thought she'd try again.

"Sorry. I'm too busy here. If you don't want to go back alone, I can call you a driver," Tom replied distantly. Then he turned around and walked into the hospital quickly. He figured a curt rejection should do the trick.

Though she figured he'd say no, she didn't imagine he'd turn her down so directly and decisively. Her heart hurt again. Frustrated and sad, she staggered away from the hospital. She usually disliked doctors, anyway, so it didn't help her mood any. But why was Tom the exception? What was so amazing about him that she couldn't get him out of her head?

Leena was now sitting in front of the computer. She was looking at the pictures of different kinds of clothing her assistant sent to her. She needed to pick out the most appropriate materials she wanted for her summer clothing, but unable to touch them in person through the internet, she couldn't feel them and choose the best one. Did she need to go to Paris? She was uncertain about those choices. It seemed that it was impossible for her to slack off a bit at work.

She sighed and stopped comparing the pictures on the screen at that thought. Then she picked up the phone and wanted to tell Kevin that she might go to Paris soon. But the phone rang before she could even call.

"Hi, Patricia. It's me. What's going on? I called you several times, but you never picked up," Leena pursed her lips and complained. She called Patricia a few times, but she never got an answer. She thought that strange.

"Sorry, Leena! I've been really busy practicing for the big race, so I didn't have time to answer you. By the time I got your calls, it was too late to call back." Patricia stuck her tongue out. She overdid it, because she wanted to stop thinking about Tom. She thought if she kept busy, she'd be too preoccupied to think about him. But she hurt herself, and then she really needed Tom more than ever.

"Hey! Just be careful, okay? You've been going so hard lately." Patricia practiced a lot, out there on the track every day. Leena thought something was bound to go wrong.

"Are you busy today? Got time to come pick me up at the hospital?" Standing at the hospital entrance, Patricia stared blankly at the cars passing by.

"The hospital? Are you hurt? Which hospital? I'll be there right away!" Leena's stress level skyrocketed when she heard that Patricia was in the hospital. She jumped off the chair and rushed downstairs.

"I'm in Renxin Hospital now. Nothing serious. I just can't drive right now. Calm down," Patricia said in an unhappy tone. She sounded lonely and depressed.

"Okay, be there in a bit. On my way." Leena raced to the bedroom to put her coat on, and then snatched up the keys and walked out in a hurry.

Patricia stayed there and looked around for a place to wait. She found a bench nearby and sat down, kicking small stones on the ground under her feet. Although she was quite eye-catching with the blood on her clothes, nobody paid that much attention. She was near a hospital, after all.

Leena arrived at the hospital quickly, just like she promised. She felt confused when she saw Patricia so depressed, sitting there and doing nothing, looking down. She had no clue why she was so sad.

"Patricia, you okay? Are you hurt? Did you see the doctor?" Leena walked toward her rapidly and sat down beside her. Then she started to check her wound.

"I've already seen the doctor. Don't worry! I'm a strong woman. It's nothing serious!" Patricia raised her eyebrows after she finished speaking to convince Leena as if she was afraid Leena wouldn't believe her. She wanted to appear serious. "Really? But the blood on your clothes --?" Leena was frightened when she saw the bloodstains on Patricia's clothes. She was really doubting her at this point.

"An accident, nothing more. I got stitches. No need to make a fuss. Everyone's starting to look at us." Patricia rolled her eyes at Leena helplessly. She wondered if Leena's IQ dropped sharply after almost being drowned the other day. She'd be in a hospital bed if she'd been seriously injured. The Leena she knew would know better.

"Look at us? Why are they looking at us? There's nothing to see here! Is getting hurt against the law?" Leena said carelessly, raising her head to take a quick glance around. She hated when people rubbernecked, sticking their noses in where they didn't belong, without offering to help.

"You got me! Well, screw it. I'm hungry. Let's eat. It's on you!" Patricia did not care about what other people thought, either. So she continued Leena's thought, being obvious about her distaste for their actions.

"Okay. What do you want? It's on me." Leena did not ask Patricia who treated her wound. She was pretty sure Tom didn't do it, since Patricia got furious when she mentioned Tom around her. She thought Patricia had been close to walking out on their friendship over