Another little angsty one-shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own ER or the characters.
She saw them.
The look that passed between them, the way his hand brushed hers ever so slightly. The kiss that he planted firmly on her mouth. The way that he smiled and the way it disappeared as soon as he saw her.
The smile appeared again, this time it was slightly guilty. The other girl blushed and sidled away, murmuring some excuse about having to be somewhere.
The point was that she saw them.
He knew it. Knew it from the look on her face, the set of her chin. Knew it by the determined look in her eye, masking the pain that he knew she felt.
He didn't know why he had done it. He loved her. There was no doubting it; the dark haired Indian girl looking up at him had his heart.
And he'd just smashed it.
He had been the one to carefully put it back together again after her husband's death. And he had been the one to violently dismantle it.
"It isn't what it looks like."
He knew that it wouldn't work; it had been exactly what it looked like and it showed on his face.
She blinked and he saw her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He knew that she would save them until she was safe and away from anyone who could see or hear her.
She didn't say a word. Merely turned away and began walking, refusing to listen to his calls.
She didn't say a word. Not even when he grabbed her by the shoulder. She shook him off and kept going, walk turning to a run.
She didn't say a word. Only sat down and cried, letting her tears pour viciously down her face.
She didn't say a word. Not even when he opened the door to the stall.
Only when he knelt down next to her did she finally say a word.
"You bastard…you bastard…"
"Neela, please. You have to believe me…"
"I hate you."
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