When did your dream job become so stressful? Oh, yeah, right, always was, you were just dreaming before—now it was the real thing, and it was fucking desperate.

When you heard the news that you had been accepted for an internship at St. Agatha's General Hospital you nearly had a heart attack, and of course, it was a good thing, a great thing. Except for the part where you weren't exactly mentally prepared.

A few sleepless nights here, a few days without eating anything there—the dark circles under your eyes were already quite visible when Dr. Mayhew noticed you, like a little bird fighting for its life. He even found it a bit funny.

After that, it was very simple for him to understand what steps to take. He just had to show concern—and if it was just showing concern, that was fine, but he really started to care about you. It had become strangely common for him to come looking for you in the white hallways of the hospital when he had a break.

Actually, he noticed that he did this without realizing it—taking advantage of every break he had to go and check if you had had lunch or dinner, had slept at home or needed anything. Like an idiot who wouldn't let you off the hook, he was certainly an idiot disguised as a smart guy.

But, even with his conscience screaming a thousand different things, Charlie liked the idea of being someone you could lean on—he liked having some control over you. And, for God's sake, he held himself back so many times from simply reaching out and petting your head.

This time was different, Halloween, you hated it and he knew it when he overheard you talking about your supposed trauma to a nurse. It was a shame that you had to spend Halloween night in the hospital, working all night with him.

Again, he took the same steps as every day. His break time outside the ICU ward, he's already looking for you—he found you near the reception, almost empty, something that didn't happen very often. “You okay?” He whispered, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently.