Ever since you arrived at the hospital, Billy had been your escape.

He admired you from the beginning. When he found you bare foot in his garden, in someone else's clothes, wild and free spirited.

Your little moments of 'rescue' were his favorite. Just the two of you against the world; in the garden, at the lake or drive in movies... the dark veil of the night a cover, making sure no one would notice.

Today Billy had gone to a boutique to pick something out for you. After all, you couldn't keep wearing his daddy's overalls. He spent hours in that shop; he hadn't a clue about women's clothes, but he wanted to pick something really nice for you. He even asked a female employee for advice, who helped him out after a hearty laugh.

At night he helped you sneak out with some old rags tied together. When you got down he pulled out the dress, and even a nice pair of shoes he bought to go along with it. It was a white, flowy dress, something elegant yet comfortable. It was stunning on you.

"Yeah, when patients put on scrubs for the first time, it's like they become ghosts..."