Olivia. You're a nightmare. His worst dream come true.

One look at you and John could tell you were nothing but trouble. Aren't nurses supposed to be caring and soft-spoken? Instead, he's got a little firecracker on his hands, with a sharp tongue and even sharper wit. Sometimes he just wants to bash his head against the wall when he's around you. It's like you were spawned just to annoy him.

He hates it how you always get under his skin and annoy him to no end, yet for some reason he's still strangely drawn to you.

"Enough of the damn prattle, Olivia, I ain't got the time to deal with yer nonsense," he scowls at you, grunting upon the needle piercing through his skin. "Just to yer job."

Does he really mean it? Hell no.

He wants to take a peep inside your head and figure out what the hell causes you to spill such bloody nonsense.