"Thank you, James. I hope you've cleared some of the thoughts on your mind." I smiled at the elder man dressed in an orange jumpsuit across from me. The corner of his lips crinkled as he smiled. His green eyes warm and friendly.

"Thank you, Ms belle." He kindly said, slowly standing up from his chair. James was just one of my many patients. The prison had worked out a system and sorted out who would be my patient, with brown folders including details about them.

I had up to fifty, but that was just for the time being. James was my fifth patient of the day. He was a friendly, kind, older man. A head full of grey and a dragon tattoo on his exposed arm. It looked slightly odd on him since he was such a...softie. Also the fact he was in prison, just didn't seem right.

A knock sounding on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. My eyes darted over to James for a second, before traveling over to the door.

"Come in." I raised my voice slightly. The door turned open and in stepped the familiar Mexican guard, which I learnt to be named 'Marco'.

"We're all done." I mustered up a small smile at him. He returned it, but it dropped the second he gripped onto James' arm. I was tempted to say something about how they acted with the inmates, but decided against it.

The two left the room, but never closed the door. I didn't pay much attention to it as I was finishing up my notes on James. But I could hear a few mumbles coming from outside. I pushed my glasses up, moving my pen across the paper.

When I glanced up, I found myself staring at Sam. His jaw was clenched as he stood across from me, simply staring at me. My mouth parted in shock.

"Oh s-sorry, I didn't hear you come in." I stuttered like the fool I was. He didn't say anything, instead, continued to stare. Blushing brightly, I tore my eyes away and cleared my throat.

"Take a seat," I quietly said, inwardly cursing myself.

Get grip on yourself, Belle!

Pushing my glasses up, I avoided looking at him as I tried to distract myself with the brown folders, holding all my patients information. When I found the one I was looking for, I took it and opened it up.

"Alright, let's get started." I cleared my throat again, looking up at him. He leaned back in the chair across from me, his golden orbs narrowed slightly as they followed my every movement.

"How are you feeling today?" I started off, my voice soft. He cleared his throat, pulling off his hood as he shifted his beanie around on his head.

"I'm fine." He flatly said. I bit down on my bottom lip, glancing down at his folder.

"What brings you here today?" I questioned. He arched a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. I felt my cheeks burn with red blush, realizing how stupid that must have sounded.

"The prison." He sarcastically answered. Embarrassed, I glanced down at the folder, trying not to look into those captivating eyes of his. An awkward, lingering silence reigned upon us. I could feel his eyes on me, but he didn't dare speak.

"Do you want to lay down over there? To feel more comfortable?" I softly asked, breaking the silence. I motioned over to the lounge-like chair, which was empty and was just awaiting to be used. I glanced at him and he slowly nodded.

I smiled lightly as I watched him stand up, before walking over to the chair. He jumped on it, laying down on his back. A soft groan left his lips. I followed behind him, standing up and moving the chair he was sitting on, across him.

I took a moment to admire the sight before me. He looked so...peaceful. So content. His eyes were closed and his hands were knotted together over his chest. He sort of looked like a...a child. A happy one.

I shook off my thoughts when realizing I was wasting time.

"Comfortable?" I asked him, smiling lightly. He nodded his head a little.

"This is the only good part about therapy sessions. A decent bed to lay on." He drowsily said. I half-smiled to myself, but it turned into a frown when realizing he was comparing it to his bed. Well, the prison's bed.

"Anyways, I've been doing this with the rest of my patients, since I'm new and I haven't got to know you..." I paused, my eyes skimming over his information, before putting it aside.

We wouldn't be needing it today.

"So, I'm just going to ask you a couple of questions to get to know you better. You can pass if you like." I told him. He didn't say anything and I didn't want to speak and break the silence.

He just looked so peaceful...

"Is that okay with you?" I softly asked him.

"Fine." He rasped in response. I nodded to myself, shifting on my seat a little. I chewed down on my bottom lip, thinking about a question to ask him.

"What's your favorite colour?" I blurted out, the first thought coming to my mind.

"Purple, I guess." He mumbled.

"That's a nice colour." I awkwardly said. His eyes snapped open and he glanced over at me with an amused look. I pushed on a smile.

"What about you?" He questioned, slowly turning on his side. My brows furrowed.

"Red...why?" I answered, lost. He licked his lips, his eyes on me. Once again, I felt a tingle spark in my lower region.

Jesus Christ.

"Because, I think it's fair this way. You ask a question and I ask you one back." He explained, slowly sitting up. I opened my mouth to argue, but clamped it shut. There was nothing wrong with what he was saying...I guess I could.

"Alright," I hesitantly agreed. His lips twitched slightly. Clearing my throat, I thought of another question.

"What's your favorite snack?" I asked, pushing my glasses up. He closed his eyes, his body still facing me.

"Cookies...shit, I haven't had them for a long time." He mumbled. My brows raised slightly and I was about to ask 'why' but decided not to when I remembered his situation. He was in prison, they didn't give out food like that.

"Well...maybe I could bring you some in - only if you continue opening up to me like you are." I swiftly offered. His eyes snapped open and he arched a brow, licking his lips. I felt a blush grow onto my cheeks.

"You'd do that, huh?" He asked, looking a little confused and surprised. I nodded, smiling lightly.

"Yes, but only for you. And don't you dare tell anyone else." I jokingly said, but meant it. A low, soft laughter escaped from his lips and I almost jumped in surprise. That was the first time I heard him laugh and strangely...it was nice to hear.

"Deal." He mumbled. Smiling, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, watching as he got comfortable. He sat up, leaning his back against the wall the chair was placed against. He brought his legs up, folding them over each other, so he was sitting criss cross.

The both of us never spoke and I presumed he was thinking, so I kept quiet. His eyes lingered on me as he looked to be in thought. I tried not to squirm or blush under his stare.

"How old are you?" His raspy voice asked.

"Twenty-one," I replied, with a little breath.

"How old are you?" I asked back, but I could have just checked his folder. I just wanted the conversation flowing.

"Twenty-four." He replied. Three year age gap between us...that was nothing. I shook off my thoughts when realizing what I was doing. Why did I even care about the age gap between us?

"Are you married?" He shot out. I shook off my thoughts, trying not to show the shock I was feeling from his blunt question.

"N-No." I stuttered slightly. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"No boyfriend? Or whatever you're into?" He continued to ask. I shook my head, ignoring the fact he had asked me another question. A glint beamed across his eyes...almost as if he relieved to hear me say that. I tried my best not to blush.

"How are you and Daniel such good friends?" I asked, hoping to change the subject. His eyes lightened up at the mention of Daniel, and his lips etched into a small grin. He glanced away from me and put his focus towards his white sneakers. He began to play with the laces.

"I don't know...I guess when he started, I learnt he wasn't like the other guards. I respect him, only because he respects me. Plus, he's just a cool guy." He shrugged, lowly speaking. I smiled at his answer, nodding.

"That's admirable." I commented. He nodded, his eyes glancing back at me.

"Is that your natural hair colour?" He asked. I nodded, a little confused.

"Why?" I questioned, beginning to feel a little self-conscience.

"Just curious." He rasped, leaning a little forward on his chair. I chose not to say anything and thought of my next question.

We continued asking each other simple questions, nothing deep or overboard. I learnt so much about him, but little facts. I knew he had a two siblings, but we didn't go into detail about them. I learnt his favorite singer was Michael Jackson and he had an MP3 stocked up with music of his. And I also learnt that he liked to exercise.

Just simple stuff.

My smile fell slightly as I glanced at the clock on the wall.

"We have five minutes left. We better start rounding this up." I forced myself to say. Sam nodded, his expression falling flat for a second, before a knowing fake smile pulled onto his lips.

"One more question each?" I suggested, earning a curt nod from him.

"Okay...I got one..." I trailed off, glancing at the grey beanie on his head. I had realized I hadn't seen his hair before. I didn't know what it looked like, whether if it was black or brown, I didn't know if it was straight or curly. I was just a little curious about it.

"Can...can I see your hair?" I hesitantly asked. He stilled for a second, slowly arching a brow at me. I shifted on my seat, pushing my glasses up. He didn't say anything for a second and I grew a little nervous.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to show it...it's fine, I understand. Just please don't get -" My sentence was cut short as I watched him slip off the grey beanie and I gasped when I saw the beautiful mess of dirty blonde hair attached to his head.

He ran a hand across it, fixing it up slightly, my eyes following his every movement. And then he glanced at me, with those golden orbs. I smiled sheepishly, taking in his hair. It suited him well, I couldn't imagine with any other colour, but maybe brown.

"I-It's nice." I blurted out. A soft rumble of laughter left his lips and he eyed me slightly.

"Thanks, but it's a mess." He rasped, shrugging to himself. I bit down on my bottom lip, standing up and pulling my jeans up, which kept falling the entire day. During both my lunch and dinner break when I was walking with Daniel, they kept loosening up.

I really needed a belt.

"Your last question," I gently said. His eyes grazed over me, from head to toe - he took me in. I knew for a fact I was blushing, but didn't give him the pleasure to know. I turned my head away from him, letting out a deep breath.

"Why are you here? Really here?" His silky voice questioned. I froze, my eyes widened slightly as my brows furrowed.

"I...I already told you last session. I'm a nurse here." I said, straightening out my white lab coat. Clearing my throat, I picked up his folder and fixed up the chair, putting it back where it was placed before. I felt his eyes follow me.

"I already know that, but I'm asking you what you're doing working here. Why here?" He lowly asked. I swallowed, clearing my throat. I slowly turned to face him, his eyes narrowed as they were on me. I glanced down at the ground for a second as I thought of my answer.

"Because as I said before; I was offered it and I took it. I need money, okay? Everyone does in order to live a life." I breathed out, a little heavily. My eyes darted at him for a second, before turning back to focus on my desk.

I sighed lightly, shuffling up the documents on my cherry wood desk. I was too busy caught up with sorting out my papers, I didn't hear the sound of movement in the room. It was when I turned around, I found myself gazing up into powerful hazel orbs.

My eyes widened slightly, his warm breath brushing against my upper lip. I didn't know how to react, so instead I gazed up at him like a fool. His face so close to mine. It was then I realized his arms were pressed against the desk, so I was trapped in his arms.

"I don't believe you." He breathed, making me snap out my daze.

"S-Sam, w-what are you doing? This is -" I stuttered, but he cut me off.

"You might be the therapist here, Belle...But I know that isn't the only reason you're here." His raspy voice whispered. I gulped, too lost with his captivating orbs. They just had me. Pulling me in like magnets.

"Oh yeah?" I nervously let out. A glint waved across his eyes, and he slowly nodded.

"You won't be able to fix me, nobody has." I mocked his words from our last session. His eyes narrowed slightly and he leaned forward a little closer. I was tempted to close my eyes and press my lips against him. He was just that close.

"I don't want to fix you. I want to understand you." He whispered, changing my words slightly. Inhaling a deep breath, I eyed him with narrowed eyes.

"Good luck with that."

As if on cue, a knock sounded on the door. Both of us sprung apart and faced the wooden door. Him in his normal stance, while I was heavily breathing.

"Come in," I cleared my throat, pushing up my glasses and running a hand across my face. I felt the red blush burn against my palm. The door turned open and in stepped Marco. His eyes darted between us both, lingering on Sam.

I curiously followed his gaze, watching Sam fix up the grey beanie on his head.

"Let's go, inmate." He said, bored, striding towards him before gripping onto his arm. I chewed down on my bottom lip, watching the two figures head towards the door. Sam briefly glanced at me before he was out of view.

When the door closed, I collapsed into the chair, letting out a deep breath. My mind busy trying to register what just happened.

I dreamed of hazel that night.

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