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For the first time in many years, I did not dream about Denys, it wasDanylo.

Chapter 16

Iwake up to someone's annoying text messages. I don't open my eyes right away because it's too painful right now, after last night. I fell asleep only a few hours ago and my head is splitting terribly.

Still, I pick up my phone and read the text message.

Oh, shit. I get up, grab my things, and call Mr Jonson on the run.

"I was in university, I didn't see your text, but I'm running to you," I don't know how believable my answer sounds, but I hope it's enough.

Especially believable if you consider that it's Saturday morning. Shit.

"It's okay, we're waiting for you."

I hang up and run to the shower.

Before I get to the hospital, I take a few painkillers and eat a pack of gum.

The nurse at the reception informs me that they are waiting for me in the room, and I run there at the last second.

"So, such a complicated operation is waiting for us today, all the interns can be present and observe the process, there are folders on the table with detailed descriptions of the victim and his injuries, please read them," Mr Jonson finishes speaking.

"You look terrible, darley," Danylo whispers to me.

"And you look surprisingly well, do you want to share a secret?"

"Don't drink, Amelia, especially when you know you have to work tomorrow."

"And how does the phrase "not drinking" apply to you?"

"Actually, I don't drink."

"Yeah," I laugh, "especially when you’re at my brother's apartment."

"For your information, I didn't drink then either. One bottle of beer doesn't count."

"Oh, so you're that awful even when you're not drunk?" "And are you always such a bitch?" Danylo smiles.

Mr Jonson finishes his speech, I take one of the folders and leave the room.

I have a few hours to familiarise myself with the patient's file. I've never watched a real surgery before, so I have a good feeling about it.

"You've been away from work for two weeks." I say.

Danylo sits down next to me and I sip my juice.

"Did you miss me?"

"You?" I say in surprise. "More like was enjoying."

"Yeah," a smile spreads across his face, "admit that you like working with me, darling."

Admit it? Never in my life. I'd rather eat my own shoes.

"So, where have you been?"

"Don't you think you're being a little pushy?"

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