call it a hunch but i think this might just be destiny

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Charlie has a problem with caring too much. He’s been told constantly, chewed out by superiors and friends. Rob loves to remind him too on the occasional. Charlie knows this

but still—

The girl looked like she was in excruciating pain, eyes unfocused. And had fainted, it was only natural that he gently picked up and took her to a place to lay down. Told himself he’d wait till she woke up and was better to get answers. But Charlie already knew, could guess, it was pretty obvious as to why she was there.

A box of Morphine tumbled out of her pockets when he was picking her up. She was going to steal them.

And Charlie he should call his superiors on this. He knows the nurse’s conduct and what it says but—something is stopping him. He is hesitating. But doesn’t know why. That’s the problem.

A pained gasp draws him to the girl, she’s sweating terribly. Muttering incoherent words under her breath. Looking at her like this, something aches in Charlie’s chest. His fingers twitching as if to curl around her wrist or gently tuck away the strands of her hair.

His stomach churns uncomfortably at the thought. He doesn’t even know her. But that first moment their eyes contacted—Charlie had felt something. A sharpnenss under his skin that shocked him to the core.

A moment later before he realised the large thump and cattle of noises were not coming from his mind. The girl had fainted.

Charlie blinks, realising his hands have made way to the girl’s wrist and clasped it. He lets go immediately, frowning. Curiously rubs his fingers together and feels a static.

A flash of image, too fast for Charlie to see what it was.

He glances down at the girl, bewildered. She looks better, suspiciously so. Charlie can’t shake the feeling that it was because....what just happened. Even if he knows that it doesn’t make sense.

Who the heck are you, Charlie wonders staring down at her with amazement.

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Charlie’s pov from https://theprose.com/post/231639/medicine