Noel followed Cedric down the long white corridor of Ashford Hospital, his boot silent on the cool tiles.
His clothes were a mess and his dark hair was a tangled mess as strands kept falling into his eyes every time he moved his head.
Cedric walked ahead, still radiant as ever, despite the hours he'd spent in the operating theatre. His dark grey coat had been discarded somewhere; he now wore only a white shirt, with sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top two buttons undone.
He didn't know why or how Cedric suddenly became an interest to be studied. Yesterday, he'd promised himself not to include him in his list and now, maybe Cedric was already becoming the top.
'He's totally my type. But, maybe, he's not interested in men.' he thought to himself.
They reached a door at the end of the corridor with plain wood, and brass plaque reading 'Dr. C. Ashford – Private Consulting Room'.
Cedric pushed it open.
"Come inside," he said with a low and calm voice.
"Sure."
