Cardio

Savannah's POV:
'You seem to be the most unhappiest person for someone who just got a day off' Harry smirked as he droved. 'I have been exiled from the hospital and home is purgatory' I groaned. 'You make it seem like it's hell. I would be happy if I got a day off' he chuckled. 'Oh it's the one on the right' I pointed at my house. 'That's your house!' he exclaimed when he pulled up on the drive way. 'Oh please, don't make a big deal out of it. Your the one with a bachelor pad' I reminded him. 'Ohkay true, it's not as big as ours. But your house is triple story and it's nice' he uttered.

We got out of the car and he followed me inside the house. I started walking upstairs and realise he was still following me. 'Are you gonna follow me to my room?' I turned around to him. 'Well I gotta make sure you actually sleep ' he smirked and I rolled my eyes and proceeded upstairs to 3rd floor.

Harry's POV:
'Welcome to my room' Savannah said when we got to the 3rd floor. 'This your room? Your Space? You got a whole floor' I said surprised. 'Yup' she replied. 'I wish I had my own floor at the pad' I uttered as she went in her bathroom. 'So there's really no line between work and home huh?' I continued to talk. Her floor was filled with medical and surgical trophies, medals, books, charts... 'A human, whatta!?' I muttered. 'Harry, you can go home now' Savannah came out from the bathroom in a different set of clothes. 'What's that?' I pointed at the mannequin that was dressed like a patient on a gurney.

'That's Fred' she chuckled. 'Fred?' I creased my eyebrows. I followed her to the mannequin. 'My parents go it for me before I even started med school' she explained. 'His chest...his breathing?' my eyes widened as the chest rose. 'Well he does have a pulse' she pointed at the monitor screen that was making a rhythmic beep. 'How do you sleep with that noise?' I asked. 'I can sleep because I know he's alive. If it was a flat line, then I won't be able to sleep' she explained. I looked down and observed the mannequin closely. 'Shit! Did he just blink?' I shouted and moved my head away. 'Now you startled him awake' she chuckled. 'Good morning Fred, how are you feeling today?' Savannah talked to the doll. 'Fine thanks, doc' the doll spoke not very fluently. 'It talks!' I gasped. 'Dude, this is freaky' I pointed at it.

'It's my own simulation lab. It helps me with my job; to improve my communication with patients, helps me practice diagnosis's , helps me counteract emergency situation' she explained. 'What for? Your already the best cardiovascular thoracic surgeon in the country' I told her. 'Argh, that's not true' she walked off to her bed and I followed her. 'Yeah it is. Everybody says so. Look at all these awards' I scanned her room. 'Thanks' she smiled at me. 'Alright,I better let you get to sleep' I smiled back at her and she laid down on the bed and pulled the duvet up to her shoulder. I pulled a chair over to her bed and watched her sleep. She must have been exhausted after 48 hours of being in the hospital, I mean jet lag is bad enough, I don't know how she did it. She was now fast asleep...or maybe not.

'What are you doing?' she peeked with her right eye. 'I can't sleep when I know someone is staring at me' she sat up. 'Okay' I got up. 'I'll just find something to do then, till you fall asleep' I walked around the room. 'You really don't-' I cut her off. 'Goodnight Savannah' I smirked. 'It's morning, so it's Good morning and your stubborn' she pouted. 'Actually, your stubborn' I chuckled and she poke her tongue out. She laid back down and pulled the duvet up.

I wondered around her room and glimpse around. I walked to the long side table that had photos frames on it. The first frame contained a photo of her when she was a toddler. Damn she was a fat baby, I laughed quietly. I moved to the next one which was of her wearing surgical clothes at the around middle childhood. She looked so funny because the uniform was so big that it covered the floor and I think she knew that as she smiled with her teeth and had her eyes closed. Then the next photo was of her with her parents at graduation day wearing the traditional American black and yellow cap and gown (Like she said she went to Med school in America). I turned around and noticed she had fallen asleep. I walked across the room to Fred before I decided to leave. He was asleep to, as his eyes were close. I'm pretty sure mannequins can't play pretend right?

'You are one lucky guy' I spoke to the mannequin. 'At least you get to spend every night in here, with her' I smirked.

'Damn, I must be loosing it to be talking to a mannequin' I muttered.