The Best Friend's Contract

Our eyes are glued to one another, letting me drown in the beautiful orbs of brownness, even though there's a part of me is currently begging me to look away but there's just something different about his current gaze. "What did I do?" My voice almost sounded like a whisper but clear enough in his ears.

"Nothing-absolutely nothing. I just want you to know that I care about you as my friend, you tend to make mistakes and I'm looking out for you. One day when this contract ends, you're free to be with whoever you want and I want to make sure that you'll be with the right one." He replies before smiling at me, patting onto my back and slowly rubbing it in soothing circles.

"And I was jealous because I don't want you to replace me with someone else. I've been working hard to keep this position, you can't throw me away." The ends of his lips curve into a grin as he chuckles, leaving me to smile back at him.

We both just stare at an old couple in front of us without uttering a single word, letting the moment pass. There's just something about old couples that won't stop to impress me knowing that they have been through thick and thin for so long, it has always managed to make me smile with hope.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"I love you," I blink a few times before turning to look at Aidan, seeing him staring back at me; for some unknown reason... it feels as if he has been staring at me all along.

Just like that, I begin to grab his hand as I entwine our fingers together as a smile creeps up on my face, "I love you, too. You're my one and only best friend-apart from Dimitri and no one can replace you," I chuckle at the end while he smiles, gripping harder onto my hand. "Right... you're my one and only best friend, too." He mutters under his breath.

"I want to give you something," I turn to look at him again, seeing him taking something from beside him, something I didn't notice before as he places it on my lap-causing my eyes to widen. "You needed a new phone anyway and I just happen to get you one." He adds. I stare at a box of the newest iPhone on my lap.

"Aidan-" He cuts me off, immediately.

"it was laying around in one of my drawers at my office. I thought it'd be best if I give it to you than just letting it remain unused," He says. "One of my clients gave it to me when they got the project, uh, actually they gave it to all of the boards with other Apple technologies, too." He adds without meeting my eyes.

I raise an eyebrow, "They happen to give you one in rose gold?"

"They ran out of stock," He clears his throat before grinning at me. "Open it. I want to see if it suits you," His shoulder bumps against mine as he assures me to open it which causes me to nod and laugh, slowly unwrapping the box.

My fingers run across the new phone before smiling to myself, liking how glossy the screen appears compare to my old-slightly cracked here and there from lack of caring. People are always right when they say about getting a new phone, we take care of it like a newborn baby but as soon as we get used to it, we simply don't care.

At first, we'd be placing it nicely on tables during dinner but as time passes, we'd simply throw it on our couches just as we grab some food.

I grab the phone in my hand before posing it near my face, "What do you think? Does it screams 'Kenna' with the colour?" I ask and he smiles, something glistering in his eyes but only for a short couple of seconds before it disappears.

"Glad you like it," He says.

"Thank you, Aidan. You're the best," I immediately wrap my arms around his body, slowly not wanting to hurt his left arm-which surprises him slightly as he slowly place his arm around my waist.

He laughs, "You're welcome, b-Kenna." He clears his throat at the end while I close my eyes, liking how his warmth is soothingly calming as it mixes with my own body temperature.

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"Report to the ER immediately!" Someone shouts as he starts to run down the hall while others are making their ways, leaving me to stare at my new phone in awe-surprised by the sudden shout. "What-where's everyone going?" I ask, slightly confused.

"It's all over the news, now. Two

buses collided in an accident and it involved a sedan, they say that he is the CEO of" Just as he's about to finish talking, one of the other nurses has already called out for his name which causes him to give me an apologetic look before running down the hallway while I stand

uncomfortably.

"Dr. Anne, you're needed in the ER." I hear one of the nurses say as I nod, quickly following after her with a particular someone in my mind but I try my best to ease my mind; there's a lot of CEOs in the city and I'm sure of it. My eyes widen at the amount of injured patients groaning in pain as they're bleeding with severe injuries, causing me to look around; trying to calm myself down.

I turn towards the television, "While

others are severely injured from the accident, up to ten people are dead from the impact including CEO-" Someone screams in pain, causing me to turn and look at her, seeing the bed being pooled with her own blood as she groans in pain, unable to bear with it any longer.

My heart starts to beat utterly fast as I run towards the nearest patient, checking his pulse before checking his injuries, seeing that he's needed in the operation room as soon as possible or there's less chance of him coming out alive. "What's your name?" I ask, trying to stop his stomach from bleeding due to a deep cut, seeing that it might've impacted his intestines.

He clenches his jaw in pain, "Marcus." His voice almost inaudible as his body starts to shake, the pain almost unbearable for him as I try my best to make sure that he's not losing too much blood.

"Okay... Marcus, can you hear me? Nod your head if you hear me," I look straight into his eyes as they search for mine.

Marcus nods twice and I continue to speak, "You will be alright. All you have to do is stay with me and breathe, can you do that, Marcus? Can you do that for me?" I ask him, my voice loud and clear as his eyes begin to get a little bit droopy, "Come on, you have to stay with me." I say.

He groans in pain as he tries to breathe, "I-I'm here. Doc, you have got to help me... the pain-it's too much," He grabs onto my hand as he pleads for help which causes me to place my hand on his, gripping it to give him hope.

I immediately call for help, "Carl! Carl! I need your help," Both of his eyes meet mine as he runs towards me, looking down at the dying patient in front of me before nodding his head, knowing what to do. "He needs to get into the operation room, as soon as possible. Get Dr. William, now."

Carl and I run as we push the bed down the hallway, calling out other available nurses to help. I return back to help the other patients, making me drag myself towards a young woman who seems to be around her twenties as she shakes uncontrollably, a doctor trying to tend her.

"There's damage in her nervous

system. Probably her spinal cord," I

mutter beside him as he looks up at me, worried. "We need to hurry of she's not going to make it. Her wounds are also very severe. You're capable of helping, aren't

seeing him looking at you?";

not knowing what to say.

"Dr. Anne, she needs immediate attention. The only way for her to survive is through operation," He says before looking down at the patient. "I'm not professional enough to undergo surgery with you... -I don't want to mess up."

I look at the patient, "I just need your help. Can you do that?" My eyes wander back to the doctor who seems to be a couple of years younger than me as he nods, his hands filled with blood when he was trying to help the patient.

"We better hurry," I gesture.

We both run towards the operation room as we ask for other nurses to help, passing other patients who are in need of medical attention while other doctors are tending to them. Some patients are severely wounded that it may have been impossible for them to recover while others have a high chance of recovering.

I past next to a familiar figure but has his body and face covered with a white sheet, causing me to stop before glancing at the figure one more time; eyebrows furrow at the sight of his wrist.

The familiar wrist watch that belonged to a particular someone.