The billionaire's intern: Hearts in high places

Kylie realized how much she had changed as she stood in front of the mirror.

It took her almost one hour to brush her hair as it hadn't been combed in ages.

She wondered if it was right to want to live again after losing the most important people in her life, or should she be ashamed that she was nowhere near avenging them?

The country's legal system was nothing to write home about as only the rich and influential got their way.

But she'll still blame herself anyway.

Just then, the door opened and her father walked in.

They had the same brown eyes and light brown hair

Since she tried to, she couldn't hide the exhaustion on her face.

Her smile was only a mere facade

Her father put on a show of excitement for her sake. After her mother and brother died, they also died with them.

They only lived to an extent for each other.

As she passed through the dining room, she caught sight of the dining table peeling away at the edges.

Her mother's hospital bills had cost a fortune and they barely had enough left.

Not even enough to file a legal case.

As Kylie waited for the bus, he remembered how her mother would always pray for her before an important event, and her brother would buy her sweets. But now they can never do that again.

As she sat in the bus looking out the window, everywhere she looked, she saw spiked memories.

The fried food restaurant where her brother and she would stuff their faces with fried chicken.

The local shopping mall where she and her mother would try on so many dresses.

Kylie was one of the few students who would be living with their families instead of looking for accommodations elsewhere.

After all, most people her age would like to live independently and explore life, but then again, he was the baby of the house, and she had no one else now but her father.

On her way to the hospital, her phone buzzed and it was her best friend who was calling.

Eleanor was a petite blonde girl with the right curves and beautiful eyes.

She was a natural beauty but wouldn't mind showing off her figure in too short skirts.

She said she was calling to check up on her.

They had been friends for a long time now.

It was hard not to notice both of them as they were so different, but despite that, they were very close.

As Kylie went to the hospital, she met the receptionist and was told to fill out her internship form.

She was then called for her first assignment.

Kylie readjusted the stethoscope around her neck for the hundredth time, and her palms were damp despite the chilly air in the hospital corridor.

It was officially her first day as an intern at St Charles General Hospital.

She wasn't feeling particularly enthusiastic in the morning but she was nervous as hell now.

Her mind was racing with wild scenarios:

Forgetting a drug name, making a mistake, or even throwing up in the hospital corridor.

She had double checked her bag and reironed her lab coat and even printed out a copy of the hospital's plan just in case.

At 10:00 am sharp, the hospital floor dinged and a flurry of nurses, attendants, and some doctors moved around the whole place.

She felt like throwing up right there and then.

"I presume you're Kylie," said a voice.

She turned to find Doctor Abel, who was the senior doctor she had been assigned to.

He was older than she expected but he seemed calm and composed.

"Yes, hi!" she said, standing a little too awkwardly.

"That's great" he smiled. "Rule number one: don't faint in the ICU. Rule number two: always pretend you know what you're doing even when you don't".

And with that, they began the day.

They moved from bed to bed, attending to the patients.

Then they came to a particular woman's bed, the lady was in critical condition, and reminded Kylie of her mother.

Blood rushed to her ears, and her heart rate increased; she was about to have a panic attack.

She suddenly made up an excuse and rushed out of the hospital.

As she was scurrying out of the hospital, she bumped into a man which made her bag drop to the floor due to the impact.

The man also bent to help her pick up her things.

She hastily stood up and looked into the greenest eyes she'd ever seen.

She quickly collected herself and muttered a curt "sorry" then made her way to the lobby.

She quickly called a cab and cried all the way home.

Kylie sat on the floor of her room crying her eyes out.

Why did she freak out when she saw that lady?

She was supposed to be feeling guilty after all her mother and brother had just died.

If only she hadn't distracted her mom in the car, then maybe they would still be alive.

She was supposed to die with them.

Why did she survive?.

Kylie's thoughts ran free as her mind went back to what happened four months ago.

Oh! What wouldn't she give to find the son of a bitch that had hit their car and shred him to pieces.

She blamed herself for everything that happened on that day.

She couldn't even avenge them and bring their murderer to justice.

But then, she also can't just forget the man she'd met in the lobby.

There was just something about him that felt odd but also strangely comfortable.

She couldn't forget the way his eyes looked over her body.

Has she gotten countless stares from men before? Sure.

But there was just something about him that she couldn't shake off.

He seemed oddly familiar, she could have sworn she'd seen him before.

Anyways she kept that thought at the back of her mind as her father came into her room.

Her father, Jayden, was a quiet, soft-spoken man in his late forties.

He'd always had a soft spot for his only daughter, and his heart bled seeing her in that state.

He ran a small cafe shop around the street which was thriving a little bit.

But the money was not just enough.

The hospital bills had taken a toll on their finances and he was struggling to make ends meet.

Kylie had stood up and given her father a hug as he entered the room, crying into his shoulder.

Jayden quietly dried his daughter's tears and offered the little reassurance he could as he was on the verge of breaking down.

Kylie had finally fallen asleep after hours of tossing and turning on the bed with "only" memories of her mom and brother etched on her mind.

Or so she wanted to believe.