Journey- A Chicago Med Fanifc Sequel!

Chapter 47

I'm rushing down the stairs, brushing past people and barely paying attention to anything. I just have to get away from there as fast as possible.

I turn corners, not looking at where I'm going, grateful for the size of the hospital. I just have to get away, and keep walking until I can figure out how to possibly clear my head. 

I slow my pace from a quick, breathless jog to a slower walk to avoid looking strange. It's probably not the best idea to be running through a hospital. 

I turn amother corner, and then stop walking altogether. I just stand still, trying to process what just happened. How did that escalate so quickly? How did a simple conversation turn into that? 

Someone walks past me, giving me a strange look. I just smile back. I don't even want to think about how I look right now, but I know it isn't great. 

I start walking again, not quite sure where I'm heading. I just want to get away. Realistically, I know that I can't leave, but I just want to get to somewhere where I can just process everything. I don't know what to think about it all yet. 

I pick up the pace, not noticing that I'm doing it. I just want to get away from everything right now. 

Suddenly, I hear footsteps that sound like someone running. As they get closer, I can hear heavy breathing. Whoever this is, they must have run quite fast. 

Something compels me to turn around, slowly. In front of me, I see Connor, standing, breathless, looking straight at me. 

"Connor-" I start, although he cuts me off quickly. 

"Tessa, wait," he says. He gives me a look, a pitying look that makes me turn away from him. 

I don't know why I do this, but I start walking away, quickly. I'm not ready for whatever conversation this is going to be. I don't want this to happen just yet. I need time. 

"Tessa!" he calls out from behind me. "Tessa, hey, come on!" 

I hear his footsteps right behind me again, and his breath in my ear. I can't escape this, and I definitely can't outrun him. 

Still, I keep walking. I hope that he'll get the hint and stop trying to have this conversation, but he doesn't. 

"Tessa. Tess. Hey?" he calls out from behind me. He is still persisting, even though I'm walking away. 

Eventually, I stop. There's no point in walking away from him. I turn around, and try to ignore his pitying look. It really doesn't help when he does that. 

"Tessa," he says, looking into my eyes. I try to hold the eye contact. 

"Wait-" I say, stumbling over words. I don't want to begin a conversation like this. Not yet. 

"It's okay," he says, softly. "Just listen, okay?" 

I study his face closely. Anything to take my mind off whatever he's going to say. 

Still, I let him talk. I hold my breath, waiting for what he's going to say.