He

He was there right from the start. Holding her hand. Stroking her head. Kissing her softly as she winces in pain. Her tower of strength.

He was there in her hour of need. He kept her company when she was alone. And afraid. In this foreign place. He was there, from morning to dawn.

He made sure she was comfortable. He brought her flowers. And books and magazines to take her mind off it. He checks that she's not hungry, or thirsty. He tells her jokes that made her laugh. He updates her family, his family, and their friends. He flew all the way just to be with her, for her, and stand by her.

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In case you think this is just another one of my daydreams, it's not.

She's real. He's real. It's real.

A 25 yr old doctor was admitted to Casualty at our neighbouring hospital for sudden onset of chest pain over the weekend. It was suspected to be a heart attack and she's now at the our hospital for further investigations.

He was here since her admission on Monday. Never leaving her bedside. Always around.

It's one of the things I look forward to when I go to the ward everyday (that, and my cutie pie Registrar). The sight of them gives me hope and renews my faith. Hope that love exists. Faith that such a 'he' exists.

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Speaking of my cutie pie registrar, boy have I got news for you!

I was speaking to a patient yesterday, and he curiously asked about my nationality, after failing miserably to locate me based on my 'elusive' accent. I proudly told him my country of origin (as always) and he said the surgeon who operated on him is Malaysian too.

Anyway, don't know why I thought that was news-worthy, but it came up in my conversation with my colleague this afternoon as we were walking back to our office. I told her what I found out, and she said one of the cardiology registrars is Malaysian as well.

No prizes for guessing who....

YES YES, MR CUTIE PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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My colleague: "Oh really? Mr DS is Malaysian? Aww, lovely. Oh you know what? One of the cardio registrars is Malaysian as well. Oh I can't remember his name...[me prompting with some hints]. Yeah, that's the one! Oh he's sweet. Really nice. *jokingly suggests to me* Hmm, now that you know, maybe you can get to know him better. If you're single haha. You never know."

I approached him once on a Friday evening a long long time ago (har-har, good guess but it wasn't to ask him out). I had a burning question about the heart and who better to ask than the cute doctor I have a crush on...sorry. The competent doctor who specialises in that field.

Me: "Hi, sorry to trouble you, but can I ask you a question please"? [heart racing, palms sweating, thank God not slurring]

He: "Yup, wassup?" [seriously, he said wassup. No kidding. Ohhhh this guy is kewl...]

Me: "blah blah blah, I'm doing an audit on pacemakers blah blah blah, what is the reason for xyz blah blah blah"

He: "yada yada yada...empirical [good choice of word]...yada yada yada...dogma [lagi good choice of word]..." er, the rest was a blur.

Bottomline: He's cool, approachable, not arrogant, speaks blardi good English.

Just saw J's message. "Have I stalked him on Facebook?" Yes but to no avail. Which is good, coz that means he's not a Facebook guy, which is MY kind of guy.