Disclaimer: I don't own Justin Timberlake, Jamie McMurray, or anyone else that you might recognize. I do however own Allena. This is just a figment of my imagination, this is FAKE.

Allena's POV:

    Why did I get stuck pulling night duty again? Oh that's right, I'm the low man on the tot-um pole, or should I say low Doctor on the tot-um pole. There is nothing to do, no patients to see, and I'm bored out of my mind. I'm wondering if it's to late to call my brother. He's getting ready for Daytona. My brother is a Nascar driver.  I'm the beloved baby sister of Nascar driver Jamie McMurray. I bet he's probably sleeping right now, should I wake him up or let him be?

" Dr. McMurray to the ER, Dr. McMurray to the ER." the paging system screamed.

    Well I guess I'm not calling Jamie. I sigh as I walked back to the ER.

" What do we have?" I asked the charge nurse.

" 27 yr old male, was walking and just dropped, hit his head on some concrete. His head is bleeding, but his vitals are stable now. ETA 5 minutes." she smiled, handing me the chart she started.

" Thanks." I replied, as I walked down to the room to meet the rest of my team.

When they came running into the room, I was surprised to see that the man on the stretcher was none other than Justin Timberlake.

" Do we know anymore about what happened?" I asked, as we got him transferred to our gurney and hooked him up to the monitors.

" He came off stage, was running to the bus and just fell." The medic said, before walking out and a big black man took his place.

" You can't be here." I said, as I began ordering tests and assessing his injuries, preparing him for a CT.

" I stay where he is." the man said.

" You need to get the hell out of my way, so I can take care of my patient." I screamed, as I threw myself against the brick wall of his body.

    I got his tests all back and admitted him, knowing that when he woke up he was probably not gonna be able to see real well. I wasn't expecting to see my boss waiting for me.

" Your going with Mr. Timberlake upstairs." he said.

" No, I'm not. It's not my job." I replied.

" You are going with him. Your not leaving his side until he can see and is released."

" Excuse me?"

" Your going to be his personal doctor, if you leave his room without him, you'll need to find a new job." he growled, before walking away.

I grumbled as I walked up to the room I had just sent Justin too.

Justin's POV:

    I opened my eyes to see darkness. I began to panic. The last thing I remembered was running towards my bus.

" HELLO!!" I screamed.

" Welcome back to consciousness, Mr. Timberlake." A soft feminine voice said.

" I.... I can't see anything."

" When you passed out, you hit your head, causing temporary loss of vision. Can you tell me why you passed out?"

" I don't know. I just remember being so tired. Who are you?"

" I'm Dr. McMurray, I was the doctor who saw you in the E.R." the voice said.

" Where...... Where are you?" I asked.

I felt a soft hand on my right arm. I quickly, frantically grasped for her hand. " Don't leave please. Don't let go." I said, holding tight to her hand.

" Don't worry, I'm not goin anywhere. SHIT!" she exclaimed.

" What?" I asked.

" I'm probably gonna miss my brother's race."

" Race?"

" My brother is Jamie McMurray, he's a Nascar driver."

" Why will you miss it?"

" Because I've been told, I can't leave this room without you until you have your sight back."

" Oh, I'm sorry."

" It's not your fault, it's my boss' fault. So um how do you feel, do you hurt anywhere?" she asked.

" No, The drugs you gave me are pretty good."

" Well you have some new accessories in the back of your head, so your head will probably hurt a lot when the drugs wear off, so you'll need to tell me when that happens so I can give you something."

" Accessories?"

" 25 Stitches."

" Are you the one who gave them to me, Doc?" I asked.

" Yes I am."

" Okay. Where are you at, I mean, I have a general idea based on where your hand is."

" I'm laying on a cot, a nice lumpy, hard cot." she laughed.

" You sound tired."

" I am tired."

" How long have you been awake?"

" Ummm about 20 hours or so."

" Damn, you've only had 4 hours of sleep?" I asked.

" Well I slept for 3 hours, then I had a few naps."

" How do you do that?"

" I'm a doctor, I'm used to it."

" Damn. So Doc when do you think I'll get my sight back?" I asked.


Allena's POV:

    " I wish I could tell you that Mr. Timberlake, but it's for your body to decide that."  I replied, trying to get the blood to continue flowing into my hand,  that was quickly going numb.

" Oh. So um can you tell me what you look like, so I can try and put a face with the voice?" Justin asked.

" Sure, I guess. I'm short, fat, and ugly."

" Oh, well....."

" I'm kidding." I laughed." I'm 5'7" with dark hair, and brown eyes. I weight about 175, so I guess I am kinda fat, my ass is larger than life, and I have freckles."

" That doesn't sound to bad."

" You say that now."

" So, you don't have some boyfriend that's gonna wanna kill me for taking all your time are you?" he asked.

" No, Mr. Timberlake, I don't. I'm really not that good looking, plus my job."

" Please call me Justin. And I highly doubt your bad looking."

" Yeah, well when you can see you can be the judge then.  Do you have a girlfriend?"

" You can Google me and find that out." he laughed.

" Yeah, well I haven't done that and I don't have time to do that, so why don't you just tell me."

" Well I've been seeing this girl, an actress. Everyone thinks that we're in love, but were not really even dating. It's more like, when were both in town, bored, and horny, we get together."

" I see." I laughed.

" So does my mom know?"

" She's on her way, she'll be here either late tonight or early in the morning, she'll be let in as soon as she gets here."

" Okay."

" You don't intend to hold my hand all night do you?" I asked.

" Yeah, I know it's kinda girly, but when you can't see...... why?"

" Umm, because I hate to break it to you, my arm is numb, your gonna have to let go." I replied, pulling my hand away from his.

" No, don't let go Please. Please!" He begged, as his hand frantically searched for mine. I

 watched as all his vitals quickly climbed. I stood and walked over to his bed. I softly laid my hand on his chest.

" Calm down, I'm right here." I replied, as he frantically grabbed my hand.

" Don't do that again, please."

" This is gonna be a problem, we're gonna have to come up with a compromise." I said.

" Can't you move your cot thing over here?"

" No, I can't, fire code and I'm not gonna stand here all night."

" Lay down."

" I already said, my arm's asleep."

" No." Justin said, moving over." Lay down."

" You want me to sleep in bed with you?" I asked.

" Yeah, that way I know your here. Your arm won't fall asleep, and this bed has to be a little bit better than the cot."

" Yeah I guess your right." I sighed, as I gave in and slid into bed next to him.

Allena's POV:

    Why did I get stuck pulling night duty again? Oh that's right, I'm the low man on the tot-um pole, or should I say low Doctor on the tot-um pole. There is nothing to do, no patients to see, and I'm bored out of my mind. I'm wondering if it's to late to call my brother. He's getting ready for Daytona. My brother is a Nascar driver.  I'm the beloved baby sister of Nascar driver Jamie McMurray. I bet he's probably sleeping right now, should I wake him up or let him be?

" Dr. McMurray to the ER, Dr. McMurray to the ER." the paging system screamed.

    Well I guess I'm not calling Jamie. I sigh as I walked back to the ER.

" What do we have?" I asked the charge nurse.

" 27 yr old male, was walking and just dropped, hit his head on some concrete. His head is bleeding, but his vitals are stable now. ETA 5 minutes." she smiled, handing me the chart she started.

" Thanks." I replied, as I walked down to the room to meet the rest of my team.

When they came running into the room, I was surprised to see that the man on the stretcher was none other than Justin Timberlake.

" Do we know anymore about what happened?" I asked, as we got him transferred to our gurney and hooked him up to the monitors.

" He came off stage, was running to the bus and just fell." The medic said, before walking out and a big black man took his place.

" You can't be here." I said, as I began ordering tests and assessing his injuries, preparing him for a CT.

" I stay where he is." the man said.

" You need to get the hell out of my way, so I can take care of my patient." I screamed, as I threw myself against the brick wall of his body.

    I got his tests all back and admitted him, knowing that when he woke up he was probably not gonna be able to see real well. I wasn't expecting to see my boss waiting for me.

" Your going with Mr. Timberlake upstairs." he said.

" No, I'm not. It's not my job." I replied.

" You are going with him. Your not leaving his side until he can see and is released."

" Excuse me?"

" Your going to be his personal doctor, if you leave his room without him, you'll need to find a new job." he growled, before walking away.

I grumbled as I walked up to the room I had just sent Justin too.

Justin's POV:

    I opened my eyes to see darkness. I began to panic. The last thing I remembered was running towards my bus.

" HELLO!!" I screamed.

" Welcome back to consciousness, Mr. Timberlake." A soft feminine voice said.

" I.... I can't see anything."

" When you passed out, you hit your head, causing temporary loss of vision. Can you tell me why you passed out?"

" I don't know. I just remember being so tired. Who are you?"

" I'm Dr. McMurray, I was the doctor who saw you in the E.R." the voice said.

" Where...... Where are you?" I asked.

I felt a soft hand on my right arm. I quickly, frantically grasped for her hand. " Don't leave please. Don't let go." I said, holding tight to her hand.

" Don't worry, I'm not goin anywhere. SHIT!" she exclaimed.

" What?" I asked.

" I'm probably gonna miss my brother's race."

" Race?"

" My brother is Jamie McMurray, he's a Nascar driver."

" Why will you miss it?"

" Because I've been told, I can't leave this room without you until you have your sight back."

" Oh, I'm sorry."

" It's not your fault, it's my boss' fault. So um how do you feel, do you hurt anywhere?" she asked.

" No, The drugs you gave me are pretty good."

" Well you have some new accessories in the back of your head, so your head will probably hurt a lot when the drugs wear off, so you'll need to tell me when that happens so I can give you something."

" Accessories?"

" 25 Stitches."

" Are you the one who gave them to me, Doc?" I asked.

" Yes I am."

" Okay. Where are you at, I mean, I have a general idea based on where your hand is."

" I'm laying on a cot, a nice lumpy, hard cot." she laughed.

" You sound tired."

" I am tired."

" How long have you been awake?"

" Ummm about 20 hours or so."

" Damn, you've only had 4 hours of sleep?" I asked.

" Well I slept for 3 hours, then I had a few naps."

" How do you do that?"

" I'm a doctor, I'm used to it."

" Damn. So Doc when do you think I'll get my sight back?" I asked.


Allena's POV:

    " I wish I could tell you that Mr. Timberlake, but it's for your body to decide that."  I replied, trying to get the blood to continue flowing into my hand,  that was quickly going numb.

" Oh. So um can you tell me what you look like, so I can try and put a face with the voice?" Justin asked.

" Sure, I guess. I'm short, fat, and ugly."

" Oh, well....."

" I'm kidding." I laughed." I'm 5'7" with dark hair, and brown eyes. I weight about 175, so I guess I am kinda fat, my ass is larger than life, and I have freckles."

" That doesn't sound to bad."

" You say that now."

" So, you don't have some boyfriend that's gonna wanna kill me for taking all your time are you?" he asked.

" No, Mr. Timberlake, I don't. I'm really not that good looking, plus my job."

" Please call me Justin. And I highly doubt your bad looking."

" Yeah, well when you can see you can be the judge then.  Do you have a girlfriend?"

" You can Google me and find that out." he laughed.

" Yeah, well I haven't done that and I don't have time to do that, so why don't you just tell me."

" Well I've been seeing this girl, an actress. Everyone thinks that we're in love, but were not really even dating. It's more like, when were both in town, bored, and horny, we get together."

" I see." I laughed.

" So does my mom know?"

" She's on her way, she'll be here either late tonight or early in the morning, she'll be let in as soon as she gets here."

" Okay."

" You don't intend to hold my hand all night do you?" I asked.

" Yeah, I know it's kinda girly, but when you can't see...... why?"

" Umm, because I hate to break it to you, my arm is numb, your gonna have to let go." I replied, pulling my hand away from his.

" No, don't let go Please. Please!" He begged, as his hand frantically searched for mine. I

 watched as all his vitals quickly climbed. I stood and walked over to his bed. I softly laid my hand on his chest.

" Calm down, I'm right here." I replied, as he frantically grabbed my hand.

" Don't do that again, please."

" This is gonna be a problem, we're gonna have to come up with a compromise." I said.

" Can't you move your cot thing over here?"

" No, I can't, fire code and I'm not gonna stand here all night."

" Lay down."

" I already said, my arm's asleep."

" No." Justin said, moving over." Lay down."

" You want me to sleep in bed with you?" I asked.

" Yeah, that way I know your here. Your arm won't fall asleep, and this bed has to be a little bit better than the cot."

" Yeah I guess your right." I sighed, as I gave in and slid into bed next to him.

Justin's POV:

    I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to my chest. I don't know why she's so comforting to me or why I'm being such a big baby.

" I'm sorry." I whispered.

" For what?" she asked.

" For being a spoiled, whiny, pop star, whose acting like a baby."

" Your fine, I can't imagine what it must be like to open your eyes and see nothing but darkness, no matter what you do." She whispered.

" Can .... can I touch you?"

" You already are, most of our bodies are."

" Yeah, I guess your right, speaking of that, can you either relax your right knee or move it a little."

" Why?"

" Because your right knee is smashing my left nut." I laughed.

" I'm so sorry." she said, as she quickly moved her entire body.

" No, don't move, just relax or something." I said, holding her tight. " What I meant by touch you, is your face, I want to try and see what you look like."

" I guess, if it will help you feel better."

" It will." I said, as I softly ran my hands through her hair and then down her cheeks, and up her ears." You have two piercings."

" Three actually. I just don't have my bottom ear rings in." she laughed.

" Oh." I laughed, as I ran my hands back up her checks and brought them down her over her nose, and down to her lips, her soft lips. " Your lips are soft."

" Thanks I think." she whispered, as I continued exploring her face.

    As I roamed over her cheeks, her tongue swiped out to wet her lips, hitting my fingers, causing a moan to escape my mouth.

" Sorry." she said, quickly.

" It's okay." I whispered, bringing my fingers back to her lips.

    I leaned my head up and pressed my lips to hers. I kissed her softly, I don't know why I decided to kiss her, but I just wanted to taste her. She tasted a mix of sweetness and tobacco. I ran my tongue over her bottom lip as she relaxed against me. I pressed my lips to hers once more before pulling my lips back.

" I... I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that. I I don't know...." I started to say.

" Shh." she whispered, before pressing her lips back to mine, running her tongue along the seam of my lips, waiting for me to grant her access.