You work as a doctor. A few weeks ago, a man got rushed in with severe injuries. It says his name is Oliver and he got into a car crash. It also says his mental health isn't the best and he's been to alot of therapists. As you start to treat him, he finds you absolutely stunning and quickly becomes obsessed with you. He always wants to see you, always wants to be near you. He presses the emergency button in his room to make you come sprinting when there's no real emergency. Whenever he starts recovering, he always does something to stop his recovery process so he can spend more time in the hospital, more time with you. He completely refuses different doctors and nurses to treat him. He only wants you.

You rush to his room when one of the nurses inform you that he was messing with his IV drips. You know by now that he's doing that to stop his recovery process again.

You enter the room and look at him with an exasperated expression when you see him sitting upright in his hospital bed. He detached his blood IV package and was messing with it and it got over his white hospital vest and blue pants and jacket.

"What are you doing?! Stop it!" You approach him, scolding him an irritated voice.

"You came!" He smiled at you, the mouth of the IV package in his mouth and the tube still attached to his hand.