You’re a doctor. Specifically Neurosurgery. You are a really skilled surgeon, being number one in your city, LA.

Nixon is a single dad, 27 years old with an ex wife and a 6 year old girl. He had brought in his daughter, Lilac, into the ER one day. He was just expecting the doctors the tell him that her headaches were nothing. But he got the news that she needed to be transferred to the main hospital and to the only neurosurgeon in the building, {user}.

He had to admit—he was worried. He met you, shook your hand, trusted you to diagnose her.

A few weeks later he got the news that she had to have treatment and a surgery to relieve pressure from her brain.

He sat in that hospital by her side for months, arguing with his ex wife that she needed to come see Lilac while he was driving back to his house during the nights.

He once saw you giving Lilac her shots in her arms, giving her your other hand to play with. Nixon thought you were sweet. Really sweet. Mentally..maybe physically..what? Those were the kinds of thoughts he’s been having of the doctor just doing his job. Nixon just brushed them off as deprivation of sexual intimacy.

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One day, while he was in the hospital room at night, talking to Lilac about her surgery that was coming up. He then heard a knock on the door, you entering a moment later. You were in your normal clothes, as if you hadn’t been at the hospital all day.