DIEGO LAINEZ|| midnight shift.

[9] wonderboy's fear.

you slowly drive into the empty parking lot. the both of you still had about ten minutes before they call diego in. you parked your car in the very front of the office and look over at him.

he seemed nervous. fidgeting with his hands, frowning and eyebrows furrowed.

"don't tell me diego lainez, mexico's wonder boy, is scared of going to the doctors." he doesn't respond, instead he just looks at you. his face says it all, he wasn't a fan of the doctors at all.

"no way, no way!!" you dramatically make a shocked face to taunt him, "but why?"

"never was a fan of the doctors office. can you come in with me?" he may not sound desperate but his eyes say it all. his brown eyes are like puppy eyes to you.

"you're a grown ass man, you got this." sure he had puppy eyes but you could easily say no to them. the answer catches him by surprised. he sort of hoped you'd accompany him.

sooner or later, he gets a call saying it was okay to come in. he sighs and before he gets out the car, "please come with me." his frown deepens when you shake your head no.

diego opens the car door and makes his way into the office. before going inside, he looks at you again. his eyes were basically BEGGING for you to accompany him. sighing, you unbuckle your seatbelt and get out the car.

his facial expression went from desperation to toothy grin. he opens the door, "ladies first." and you both go inside.

the front desk lady spots diego and immediately calls the secretary. the secretary walked you guys to a private room. the office was well decorated. every corner had a pottery plant or a painting hanged up. you admired the paintings for a while before continuing to follow them.

you had scheduled the private room since you weren't sure if there would be any pesky fans or paparazzi. diego was here to get his foot checked, not have photoshoot. after walking for a good minute or two, the secretary opens the door.

"a nurse should be here in a few minutes. she'll do a regular check up and then the doctor will see you." she closes the door and diego sits on the examination table.

he lays there in silence while you're reading the informational posters the room had. the knocks on the door interrupt your reading.

"hi, how are you guys? i'm here to do the check up."

"we're good, thank you." you smiled at the lady. she seemed to be in her late 30s. with her badge being a bit old and raggedy, it looked like she's worked here for a while.

after doing the regular check up, she reassured diego that he was perfectly healthy. "well lainez, you seem to be healthy. i'll put these in the system and the doctor will be here with you shortly."

it was just you two again. "i thought you were scared of the doctors. you seem to be doing just fine."

"huh, oh yeah i lied. i just don't like going alone." he shrugs and smiles at you. you rolled your eyes and express your annoyance.

while waiting you find something to distract yourself. you're scroll on your phone he's looking at you. he examines your facial features and how they perfectly fit your face. diego really couldn't imagine anyone else being prettier than you.

you perk your head up when you felt him staring at you. the two of you make eye contact, you open your mouth but nothing comes out. before you could figure out the right words to say to him, the doctor comes in.

"diego lainez, 22 years old and a sprained ankle, please correct me if i'm wrong." she walks in without looking at any of you guys, just flipping through his records.

"yes ma'am." he starts swinging his non injured foot like a child.

"lay down and i'll take a look at your foot." he complies, and she does what you did the day he got injured.

"well, whoever helped you out when you got injured knows what they're doing. all i can say is do what you were doing before and practice wrapping your ankle properly." she hands diego some bandages in a small bag.

"as for the pain killers, i'll have them placed in your nearest pharmacy from where you're staying. show them this signed document and they'll give you what you need." the doctor gives him a work excuse note and a signed paper confirming the pills were for him.

"and for diego's girlfriend, would you need a work excuse as well?"

"oh we're not-" you were quickly interrupted by diego, "yeah she's going to need one. my beloved girlfriend was the one who treated me when i got hurt, isn't she the best?" the doctor hums in amusement.

when walking out of the office, he thanks the secretary and the lady at the front desk. diego seemed happy while you were annoyed. "and this is why people think we're seeing each other. why would you say that?"

"it was a joke relax. denying it would've made things awkward." he takes off the wrapper of the lollipop he stole from the office.

"made things awkward? you're literally the worst." you huffed and get inside the car. he stands outside looking at you with the wtf did i do look.

the car drive back to his hotel was not in total silence. the radio was on, and it was something to do with modeling agencies looking for more people.

"you could totally model for victoria secret." he looks over at you. you were too focused on driving and tuned him out.

"what did you say?" you glance over at him then focusing your attention back on the road, "i didn't hear you."

"nothing." he sighs. diego wasn't quite sure if he was being extra friendly or flirty with you. did he cross the line with the whole girlfriend comment? you seemed so upset over it.

the car comes to a halt. "we're here. you need help getting inside?" you were stationed next to the back exit of the hotel.

"yes please." his response gave you the ok to park in the nearest spot that's also close to the door. luckily, there was many empty spaces near the hotel.

you both get out and you rush to his side. he uses your shoulder as a cane. you both walk inside and you start to think. he was walking fine earlier why does he now need help?

"just walk me to the elevator. i should have it from there." a few more steps, and the both of you are in front of the elevator.

"okay well i should get going. remember to take the pain killers." you turn your back but he grabs your wrist. he spins you around to face him.

"what are you doing tomorrow?"

"working, why?" he thinks for a minute then asks you another question.

"what time is your break and how long is it?"

"starts at 12:45 pm and ends at 2:15 pm. again, why?" what could he be planning with the information you just gave him

"you'll see tomorrow," he winks your way, "you can go now. thanks for taking me to the appointment."

before you can say anything back to him, the elevator door shuts and he's off to his room. you contemplate if you should go to his room and ask why he needed to know about your schedule.

you shake your head and agree that it's best if you waited. the most he'd do was visit you on your break instead of resting like the doctor said.

when you get inside your car you realized diego left his papers from the doctors in your car. you sighed in annoyance. diego is an actual child. he can't do anything himself.

you get the papers and get out the car once again. the hotel look at you weird as you enter the hotel again. they know you're an acquaintance of lainez so it wasn't that big of a fuss. any other person would've been questioned immediately about going in and out the luxury hotel.

you click on the elevator button, the one that would lead to his floor. you patiently wait as it goes up. you just prayed that when you knocked on his door you wouldn't see him with only a towel on.