The Best Friend's Contract

Just as Aidan is about to say something, my phone starts to ring which causes me to look down; seeing that it's a call from the hospital. My body tenses immediately, knowing that this might be an important call and there's nothing I can do.

"It's a call from work," I say, frowning down at my phone.

"I'll be here," He replies as I quickly make my way through the crowd, finding somewhere more quiet to pick the call.

I immediately answer the call to hear an anxious Marley, one of the male intern nurses. "Hello... Dr. Anne?" He greets; the staffs would sometimes call me by my middle name instead of my surname. "I'm sorry for calling you on your week off but it's about Albert," He adds, which worries me.

"What's wrong with Albert? Is he okay?" I ask, running my fingers through my hair.

"He's doing fine but his tantrums are getting worse. I'm worried about his health," He continues to speak. "He wants to see you even though I've told him that you won't be here until next week; he won't bother listening to me. The other doctors have tried to calm him down but he said that they don't understand him like you do. He also resisted on eating anything so they had to give him drugs,"

"Marley, I told you. He's an old man, he can't have too many drugs in his system. It's going to give his kidney a long-term side effect," I reply, thinking about Albert and how his tantrums are always the worse; except when he's with me. He would be making sassy jokes but what's most... he would always tell me stories about his late wife.

"I know, Dr. Anne. I know that you would be upset about this, too but we didn't have a choice. Dr. Vince told me not to tell you but I can't simply lie because Albert is your patient," He mutters.

"Thank you for telling me, Marley." I reply after a few seconds of silence before letting out a deep sigh, not really knowing what to say or how to respond. It's hard when the other doctors have tried to make sure that he'd be comfortable with someone else than just me but he would always resist.

I try to calm myself down as I inhale and exhale before making my way back towards Aidan, my head is fully occupied with work; something I've forgotten for the past days I've been here but now, has made me worried again.

I look up to find Aidan but instead of finding him standing in the middle of the crowd with his phone in his hand, I find him near the 'shooting games' as he smiles, receiving a big teddy bear as a prize for winning.

As soon as he turns, he starts to make his way towards me before using the teddy bear's hand to wave at me, "Hi... I'm Mr. Bear. Would you like to cuddle?" He says, giving Mr. Bear a voice of his own while I stand with a smile slowly creeping up on my face; eyeing the big teddy bear which is almost as tall as me.

"Do you just go around and ask strangers to cuddle?" I ask, crossing my arms; pretending to be having a conversation with the bear.

"No, ma'am. Only you because I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you," Mr. Bear or more precisely, Aidan; replies as he hides his face with the teddy bear, not letting me see but as he peeks to the side, my eyes catch the grin on his face. "Are you flirting with me, Mr. Bear?" I take a few steps closer towards him.

"Is it working?" Mr. Bear replies, lifting both of his hands up to snuggle as I laugh, catching him in my arms; feeling the softness of its fur against my skin as I look up at Aidan, seeing him staring back at me.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Looks like Mr. Bear has an irresistible charm that he managed to steal my wife," Aidan laughs, "Do you like it, Kenna?" He asks, tilting his head to the side as he crosses his arms; his smile never fading away from his face.

I nod my head multiple times, "I love it. Thank you, Aidan; you're the bomb dot com." I say before winking at him, causing him to chuckle. My smile widens at the sound of his attractive laugh, not denying how they seem to make me smile, too.

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"Damn you, Aidan!" I scream as the roller coaster goes down, making me grip harder onto his hand, not denying that his hand will be pale due to not having blood properly flowing. "This is all your fault. You forced me into this!" I add.

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He, on the other hand, continues to laugh beside me without having fear of heights or scary rides. His hand keeps on gripping onto mine; without showing any signs of letting go or discomfort. It eases me, just knowing that he's here, by my side, incase anything happens we'll still be here together.

I close my eyes as the ride goes down in a very fast pace, knowing that my fear of heights won't simply disappear even if I try to overcome it. There are a lot of things that I tend to get freaked out by, spiders or more precisely, bugs, clowns and even being in small spaces.

Claustrophobic? No, I wouldn't really

call myself that but being in a small or confined space gives me anxiety and even discomfort. My heart è would be uncontrollably fast and my body would start to shake, probably because of how bad I want to be in a more larger space; not that it has bother me much, I can be in an elevator or in the fitting room but I can't for long.

Fifteen minutes, tops. If I stay for longer than that, I'd end up fainting.

As for clowns, I'm sure eight out of ten people has this fear. Clowns are easily known as creepy, weird and even scary. They appear at birthday parties, trying to bring that happy and cheerful vibe but whenever see one, end up wanting to just Bang my own head against the wall; hating the fact that I'm in the same room as a clown.