AUTHOR'S NOTE: Helloooo my dearest readers! I bring you a new story and I'm so excited about it (it feels like it's my first story XD). For those who already know me thanks to my other story (Light in the Darkest Place) let me warn you that this one is COMPLETELY different from it. First of all, even when it is set in an AU, it unfolds in the modern world, and there are no fantasy elements in it. This story came up because I needed to write something lighter and different, and it resulted in my first, let's call it "romantic comedy" attempt. We will follow the usual two (Alex and Piper) through a series of events that will bring them together. As I already said, I needed a little break from drama, so I don't intend this story to be distressing or sad or angsty. Of course, it is rated M because with these two it is impossible not to write about certain activities (*cough* *cough*...this story will have an appropriate amount of smut, so to speak). Attraction will be immediate, but it wil take them a little while to get there (I just love sexual tension and build the moment up). So, here it is, I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to leave comment with your opinion. I would like you to tell me if you want me to continue with this one or not... Love you guys! ;)
Chapter 1
As lucky as being shot in the butt...
PIPER'S POV
It's been a particularly boring day in the emergency room. It's not that I want something terrible to happen in the city to get some fun; I just feel that my day at least makes sense when I have the opportunity to save some lives and, why not admit it? Maybe I have a little fun with it, because going into the operating room, my hands covered in blood, the broken bodies that need to be fixed...is what gives meaning to my life. My shift is about to end; I have been almost 24 hours on call and I can't believe that nothing interesting has happened in all those hours. Only minor injuries and accidents insignificant enough to be delegated to my residents, that are always too eager to see some action, no matter how little. In that moment of dullness, I feel like a first-year resident myself, anxious to put my hands on a real case, a gory case…No Piper no…I admonish myself because I should be happy that terrible accidents did not happen that day. Even so, I'm sitting behind the counter with my eyes glued to the TV that we always keep in a news channel, just to be on guard in case something happened, secretly waiting for some action…No Piper no! I have to remind myself that it is not okay to think about those things. I lean my head and rest my forehead on my crossed arms on the table, deciding to rest a bit and simply wait for it to be time to go home…
"And on latest news…a dangerous persecution ends in gunfire when the alleged criminal refused to surrender after shooting a police officer…" I listen and snap my head up to pay closer attention. The shooting, I realize, happened very close to the hospital "For the moment, we don't have further details of the unfortunate event, but we can confirm at least two victims of firearm…a police officer and a man that is believed to be the alleged criminal…" I get up immediately and adopt my command mode, without paying more attention to the television and draw the attention of the residents under my orders to get ready to receive the injured, sure that they would end up in our hospital, since it's the closest one from the place of the events…
"Alright people! Listen up!" I speak clearly without shouting and everyone pays attention immediately "We've got a situation with at least two people wounded from a shooting that happened a few streets from here…" I explain "So let's get ready to receive the ambulances, move!"
All the clumsy residents get to work tripping over each other and they begin to put on gloves and disposable paper gowns as they prepare the beds to receive the wounded. I do the same. Within a few minutes, my heart quickens in advance, before I can realize why. My body gets into a fight mode when I'm aware of the distinctive howling of the ambulance that stands out in the distance, and that becomes more audible with the passing of seconds…
"They are coming…be ready!" I communicate unnecessarily; everyone is already in position "Diaz, Washington, McCullough…and…" I doubt for a moment as I signal some of the residents to accompany me out on the street to wait for the ambulances "Bayley…come with me" I say at last, probably regretting my decision already.
The guy is a lost case; I don't even understand how he did it to get that far being so clumsy and inconsistent, but it is my duty to teach him, regardless. We wait outside as the sound of the ambulance becomes piercing just right before going off, as not to cause discomfort to the patients in the hospital with the noisy sirens. Immediately after, the first ambulance makes an appearance at full speed to stop hastily right in front of us. I run to the back of the vehicle and the doors are opened abruptly as the paramedics jump out of it…
"What do we have here?" I ask about the condition of the injured as it is the protocol, without any previous greeting, as we don't have time for that. Larry, one of the paramedics begins to recite the situation and I listen carefully whilst my eyes fall on the person lying face down on the stretcher. It's a woman, I notice for the complexion of her bare pale legs coated with a lot of blood coming from the back of her thigh, all my attention going to the source of the problem as always. The woman seems to be making noises and complaints of pain as she is being moved out of the ambulance. I know immediately that the injured person is the police officer for her clothing; she is wearing a bulletproof vest that reads NYPD…that and also because at her side there is another woman with wild hair holding her hand and delivering words of encouragement, and she has a distinctive badge hanging on a chain around her neck. My mind works quickly under those circumstances. I'm assessing everything I can with my eyes, and hearing Larry, the paramedic guy, explaining the situation to me as I'm already thinking about the steps to follow to save the patient's life…
"Twenty-six years old woman…two shots, one in the upper left thigh and another one…" The paramedic is interrupted hastily
"I've been shot in the fucking butt…!" The police officer screams with pain disguised of true indignation once the stretcher is on the ground
"…aaaand she's been shot in the butt…" Larry resumes smiling slightly as he handles to me a binder with the information I need…
"It's alright Alex…" I hear the companion assuring her "You won't be able to sit in a while, but everything will be fine…"
"Shut up Nicky…just shut up!" The brunette screams through gritted teeth while I gesture to two of the interns to start scrolling the stretcher inside the hospital…
"She is completely out of danger…" Larry says overconfident, like playing down the woman's injuries, and it bothers me that he makes such an assumption. I know him…well, I know all the paramedics there are in the city, since I keep meeting them all the time, but that guy specifically annoys me the most. He always seems to be trying to impress me, in an absurd attempt to flirt with me...
"Well…let me be the one to judge the patient's condition…" I say cuttingly and run into the hospital behind the injured police officer. I arrive at the cubicle surrounded by curtains shortly after my residents and ask the companion with the wild hair to get out of there ver nicely. I happen to have a high respect for the police and other security forces "I'm sorry…but you'll have to wait outside" I say contrite, afraid to face an officer...I also happen to find them a little intimidating...
"Can't she stay?" The patient asks with dread trying to turn around in her position looking for my face
"I'm really sorry but no, she can't…" I must stand firm in my decision, despite the pleading tone of the woman and the obvious displeasure on the face of the companion...
"It's okay kid…I'm not going anywhere, I'll wait outside" Her partner assures her caressing her black ponytail tenderly and something about the whole exchange stirs my insides. Clearly the two women have a special bond and the one with the indomitable hair is obviously worried about her partner. She leans to whisper something inaudible and out of my hearing in the brunette's ear that causes the last one to scoff in annoyance…
"You idiot…" The brunette admonishes her and the other woman begins to walk away "Call Diane and tell her that I'm fine!"
"You know I will" The other officer says just before closing the curtain behind her "And doctor…" She says getting my attention "Take good care of her…"
"Don't worry about it agent…that's my job" I tell her with serenity and the woman nods as if assured by my words and leaves "Alright…officer Vause…" I have already read her name on the paramedics report…
"Detective…" The woman corrects me dryly; I don't take it wrongly, always understanding the patients' nuisance
"Sorry…" I continue talking with a light demeanor "Detective Vause…let's check that ass of yours and see how serious it is…" I say evenly, with just a hint of humor to appease the altered state of the woman
"Oh shit shit shit…" She mutters around whimpers…fear is clear in the voice of the detective, and I am oddly moved by how the stranger seems so vulnerable despite being an agent of the police department...
"Hey…it's okay…everything is going to be alright" I tell her comfortingly, stooping a little to face her, since she is lying on her stomach and for the first time I get a good look of the brunette's face "I'm doctor Chapman by the way…I'm incredibly good at what I do and you are in very good hands" I continue saying cheerfully and see the hint of a smile perching on her rosy puffy lips and despite her swollen eyes from crying, I think that the detective is the most appealing woman I have ever seen…
ALEX'S POV
Fucking damn it! …I think and swear that, if Nicky says again some stupid joke about my butt, I am going to get up despite the pain and punch her in the face. I know she does it only to lighten my nerves; still, in this moment there is nothing to lighten. I'm scared to death, even though the shots apparently have not hit any vital part of my body, according to the paramedics; I'm shaking with fear as I lie on my stomach on a stretch while the paramedics are trying to stop the hemorrhage on the way to the hospital, and only then it is when I have time to assimilate what just happened; not only the injuries and the blinding pain are what have me trembling. I had never been in such a dangerous situation and I could have died. Everything happened so fast, I had not even realized that I had been shot in the first place. Adrenaline kept me running after the criminal, but my leg began to fail for unknown reasons and the man was getting away…I shouted…Stop or I'll shoot…The man did not stop, and in no way I could let him escape. I did not think much about it and fired…one shot from a fairly long distance and the man fell to the ground.
My intention was not shooting to kill, only to reduce him but I don't know what happened to the man, because after I fired, I suddenly felt the raw pain as if my body had just remembered something important. I took my hand to the source of pain behind my leg and when I saw my hand coated with blood, I got dizzy and fainted piteously. I came back to consciousness when the paramedics arrived to assist me along the man I had shot. They took me first to the hospital.
"What happened to him Nicky?" I ask fretfully to my friend inside the ambulance
"They are taking care of him, Alex…alright?" Nicky assures me and I nod, trying to contain the tears of pain. But I can't help feeling sick with the recent memory. I really hope I did not kill him…
Finally, the ambulance comes to a stop and the paramedics begin to take me out of the cabin; the pain intensifies with the movement. I do not record anything that happens around me and scream that I have been shot in my butt when I hear someone asking what happened, blinded with pain. I hate hospitals so much, and my fear and anxiety are increasing as I enter the immaculate hall, full of curious people in scrubs with open eyes fixed on my ass, totally uncovered because the paramedics have ripped my pants to assess my injuries…fucking idiots…I think that at least they could have give me something to cover my rear
"Shut up Nicky…just shut up!" I yell at my partner for another stupid joke about my ass and squeeze her hand to cause her some minor discomfort that would help me drain my frustration
"Ouch…chill out Alex…" Good…I am slightly pleased to do her some damage "You are going to break my fingers" Nicky withdraws her hand with a gesture of resentment as a bunch of people comes to lift me up and slide me onto another bed that seems wider and sturdier, to immediately continue scrolling me to a secluded space surrounded by thins curtains. The position I'm in, is quite uncomfortable and I feel so exposed, not even able to face the people that are scrutinizing my almost naked butt. At least I'm still wearing my underwear…
"I'm sorry…but you'll have to wait outside" Someone says with the sweetest voice and I know they are referring to Nicky
"Can't she stay?" I ask trying to face the woman who had just dismissed my friend. Maybe Nicky has been bothering me with stupid comments, but I can't be without her in that moment; I need her company…
"I'm really sorry but no, she can't…" The woman repeats gently but immovable and I groan internally
"It's okay kid…I'm not going anywhere, I'll wait outside" Nicky says comfortingly stroking my hair and gets closer to tell me something in the ear "The doctor is pretty hot…" All I can do is rolling my eyes and release a sound of irritation. Nicky never takes anything seriously. There I am, lying on my stomach with my injured butt exposed to the world and all Nicky does is checking the doctor out
"You idiot…" Yeah, maybe it is better if she waits outside…I ponder and Nicky is on her way out "Call Diane and tell her that I'm fine!" I say although I know that's the first thing she is probably going to do
"You know I will" Nicky says before leaving and stops a moment to say something, but she is not speaking to me but to someone behind me "And doctor, take good care of her…" All her joker attitude is gone in that moment, and I know that she, under her cool attitude, is also frightened for the whole situation…
"Don't worry about it agent…that's my job" The apparently hot doctor says and Nicky is gone. Now I can't help but be curious to see exactly how hot the doctor is "Alright…officer Vause…"
"Detective…" I say and sound rougher than I intend, but man! I'm in pain…
"Sorry…" The hot doctor apologizes and calls me again correctly "Detective Vause…let's check that ass of yours and see how serious it is…" Well, if she is as beautiful as her voice sounds…I think for a moment
"Oh shit shit shit…" I'm waiting for the pain to intensify at the doctor's probing and close my eyes tightly, clenching my jaw in the process…
"Hey…it's okay…everything is going to be alright" I hear the sweet voice again, but that time from closer, which makes me open my eyes and look straight to the face of the owner..."I'm doctor Chapman by the way…I'm incredibly good at what I do and you are in very good hands" I'm surprised by the doctor's haughtiness and can't help but smile, momentarily fascinated by the pretty blonde…yeah, she is definitely hot…and so gorgeous...and those eyes...
"Wow…" I exhale and try to remember how to breathe again after being struck by her stunning smile "And some people say that doctors are terribly bigheaded…" I chime in with irony, making the doctor laugh animatedly; I'm rapt on high while listening to her laughter and my pain fades away instantly, although I have not yet been given any kind of numbing drugs…
"They are right though…" The cute doctor shrugs it off and takes in a serious behavior "Now, if you excuse me…I have to go back to take care of your butt…" She is out of my sight and I feel slightly disappointed for missing the view, and also, I begin feeling extremely self-conscious because then, it was not anybody seeing my butt, but the hot doctor…How embarrassing
"God…kill me now…" I barely say under my breath as I feel already some hands on my rear…the hot doctor's hands…I correct myself
"Did you say something?" Doctor Chapman asks
"Nope…nothing…" I deny with a grimace, feeling the tenderness increasing as the doctor examines my injuries
"Dr. Washington, insert an IV line to the patient…" She orders with a voice of command to one of the other doctors, clearly they are under her direction…Hot and in charge…I like that in a woman
"Right on, Dr. Chapman" Someone agrees and I get to see a young woman with dark smooth skin and short hair approaching me from one side "Hello ma'am…" She greets me with a soothing smile that I return despite the sensation of soreness "I'm going to need you to extend your arm so that I can find your vein…" It already hurts me to think that they are going to stick a needle in my arm, but I'm obliged to comply with the doctors' orders and do what I've been told…
"Dr. Diaz, keep the wounds pressed…" Doctor Chapman continues directing as they work on me…
"Arghhh…" I growl feeling the twinge on my arm from the needle and the pain of my wounds being pressed at the same time…
"Sorry…" Several people say in unison
"Alright, detective Vause…I need you to tell me if you feel anything" But I keep close track to one particular voice "Do you feel this?"
"It tickles…" I say, feeling the tingling on the soles of my feet
"Good…" The Dr. approves and continues "Can you move your toes?" I move them immediately "Perfect…sooo…" She says and comes to stand in front of me to then crouch a little to stay face by face "The good news is that both, the bullet in your gluteus and your upper thigh, do not seem to have caused significant damage…at least the bleeding is controlled" I'm so mesmerized by her beauty that I barely pay attention to what she is saying, but there's something stuck in my brain at the words the good news…so I ask…
"And, the bad news?" I inquire sensing the doctor has not told me everything
"Unfortunately, there are no exit wounds, which means that the projectiles are still housed inside you…" She explains calmly "Therefore…we must take you to the operating room to remove the bullets ASAP…I trust that it will be a relatively simple procedure…" I imagined that a surgical intervention to remove the bullets was a possibility; but imagining and knowing, are two very different things. I'm left without words and I grow anxious with apprehension "We must do some previous X-rays to see where the bullets are lodged and take you to the OR…" The doctor ends saying and waits for me to say something
"Doctor Chapman!" Someone calls for her from the other side of the curtains and she straightens up quickly feeling the urgency in the other voice and walks away from me, as I am left thinking that no matter what happens, I could not be in better hands than in the hot doctor's hands…
PIPER'S POV
"What is it, Dr. Bayley?" I ask only a little annoyed, peeking my head out of the small space delimited by the curtain walls…
"The the…other ambulance…has arrived…" He stutters and lowers his voice to continue "The patient is dead…you must certify his decease"
"Oh my God…" I totally forgot that there was supposed to be another injured. Anyone would think that certain brunette had absorbed all my attention. I look behind me to see Dr. Washington and Dr. Diaz completely fine on their own, but for some reason the idea of leaving the detective saddens me, nonetheless I have to remind myself that she is perfectly stable and in competent hands "Alright…Dr. Diaz and Dr. Washington…take the patient to the X-rays room to run the pertinent tests and prepare her for the surgery…" I don't need to go into much detail about what they have to do. The two young doctors are brilliant and they know the protocol to follow to perfection for this type of injuries…
"Woah woah woah…were are you going?" Detective Vause says hastily in dismay, again trying to turn around to see me. I walk around the stretch so that she can see me…
"It will only be a moment…I must take care of another matter. You are in good hands Detective Vause…" I guarantee "I'll be with you in less than five minutes…besides, someone has to tell your friend that you are going into the OR…"
"Can't I see her before going into the OR?" She pleads and my determination crumbles. If her situation had been more serious, I would have not allowed wasting more time, but her condition was stable so I agreed to her plea helplessly...
"Dr. Bayley…go to the waiting room and ask for…" I make a pause and turn my attention to the detective and wait for her to give me the friend's name..
"Nicky, Nicole Nichols…" She stumbles clumsily and I laugh softly
"Really? Nicky Nicole Nichols?" I find the name peculiar, to say the least
"No just…Detective Nichols…" She corrects
"Detective Nichols…and hurry up Dr. Bayley…" I instruct him and he does as he has been said
"Thank you…"
"Don't thank me yet…" I wave off with a gesture of my hand "Now, I have to go, but I'll be right back with you, ok?"
"Ok…" She says and nods with resolve, but the way she does it, as if reassuring herself with the promise that I just made her in an attempt to remain brave, makes me smile with the greatest feeling of endearment, making it harder for me to walk away. But duties are duties…so I walk out of the enclosed space to step into the other matter. Dr. McCullough is waiting for me and gestures me to follow her to the opposite cubicle as she fills me in with what happened…
"The paramedics tried to revive him without success in situ…when he got here there was nothing else to do…" She finishes saying as I'm already standing beside the man and frown at the sight of the bullet wound in the middle of his chest. I never get use to the sight of death. I monitor the body looking for vital signs and corroborate his death…nothing…I look at my watch and declare the decease…
"Time of death…22:47…" I recite and Dr. McCullough explains with strained voice, like she is telling me a big secret…
"The paramedics said that he was a very dangerous man, a killer or something; the police had been after him for quite some time…the wounded officer shot him when he tried to escape…" I don't know how to feel about that information, but there is definitely a sense of admiration for the brunette, even amazement when finding out that the charming vulnerable woman that keeps weeping inconsolably is actually a badass fighting against very dangerous men…
"Detective…" I blurt out the distinction without thinking, lost in thought
"What?" Dr. McCullough retorts in confusion
"The wounded woman is not an officer, is a detective…" I explain and shrug casually after the small rectification that has Dr. McCullough looking at me with a how is that even relevant gesture "Anyway…you finish the paperwork, I have to go…" I have to save the ass of the gorgeous detective…I refrain myself from saying and go to make a call to book the OR and quickly return to the previous cubicle, since I notice that the patient has not yet been taken to the X-rays room. I slide the curtain to one side and greet the people inside…the two interns I left in charge, the patient and the friend with the wild hair…
"Are we ready to go?" I announce with a tone that signals that it is time to go…
"Yes doc…" Detective Nichols informs me leaning down to place a tender kiss on her friend's cheek. In that precise moment I wonder if there is something more than friendship between them "Everything will be fine kid…" She says "And brace yourself because Diane is going to kick your unscathed butt cheek so hard when she gets here…" The brunette bursts out laughing amidst weeping sounds…
"Well…at least she will leave my ass even…" She banters and I glance at the friend with a polite look warning her that we ought to go…
"Ok kiddo…the nice doctor said is time to go…" She gets the hint and straightens herself up to look at me with a severe gesture "You better take care of her doc…there are several of us waiting outside…" I widen my eyes at the subtle threat and do nothing but laughing lightly, more than used to receive faint warnings…
"Nicky! What the hell!" Detective Vause admonishes her instantly. Mortification is palpable in the brunette's voice
"That's alright Detective Nichols…your friend could not be in better hands…" I reply with a genuine smile
"That's all I ask…" The friend retorts, returning to her relaxed demeanor and grins at me apologetically as she walks away…
"Alright detective…it's time to remove some bullets" I notify cheerfully as we begin to scroll the bed across the emergency room to the elevator. On our way, I notice her whole body growing tense as she grabs the sheets with her fists "Who is Diane…the woman who is going to kick your ass?" I ask casually trying to engage her in a conversation, as I always do to distract the patients, however, there are ulterior motives behind my question…
"Ammm…" The young brunette ponders, perhaps taken aback by the enquiry "She is my mom…my mother…" She says as we go into the elevator and there's certain sense of relief within me…Why am I suddenly so interested in knowing the sentimental status of the young detective?...I ask myself while I laugh lightly at her answer
"Oh! Mothers!…always threatening to kick asses…" I snicker "But don't worry about it…I will warn her that it is absolutely inadvisable to do so in your condition…" I finish saying, winking at her in a gesture of complicity and I swear that the redness on her cheeks, caused by her cries, grow deeper. I smile at the acknowledgment of the fact…
"Well…thank you…" She says under her breath with a shy grin and the doors open as we reach our destined floor "Dr. Chapman…" She says on our way to the X-rays room with a tone of concern, turning her head to one side to see me from the corner of her eye…
"What is it?" I inquire meeting her gaze
"I heard that an ambulance had arrived…was the other injured in it?" By her tone, I come to detect that she is worried about the criminal's state…
"Yes…" I simply say without sharing more information, fearing she won't like to hear that the man she shot is dead…
"Is he…is he okay?" My heart skips a beat at her display of vulnerability when she spoke the question faintly with small voice…She really is worried about him…I confirm
"They are taking care of him…" And I don't have the guts to tell her the truth. Sometimes we are forced to deliver little lies to our patients as not to worry them about matters that have nothing to do with their own health. I'm about to take her to the OR and I need her to be as peaceful as possible, even for a small intervention. We are already at the X-rays room's door, and before going in I lower myself a little to see her closer in the eyes "And I am taking care of you…so I ask you please, don't worry about that matter" She takes a deep breath and nods with acceptance "Good…let's move on then"
ALEX'S POV
It is hard to stop thinking about the man I shot. I worry about his condition for entirely contradictory reasons. On one side, I really don't care if the scum left that world. He had caused a lot of damage and surely death was a fair punishment, even when he didn't deserve it…death is too easy and benevolent for someone like him. On the other hand, I had never killed anyone, and the possibility of doing it weighed more than imagining doing it. Since I started my career as a police officer, I had debated a lot about hypothetical circumstances where I would have to face the choice…the decision was easy to carry out actually, because it was not made, it was taught…a criminal, with a big record of severe crimes on his shoulders, armed and about to escape after shooting an officer, still you give him the option, Stop or I'll shoot…the decision is clear and indisputable. But in those theoretical scenarios, you don't think about the aftermath. There are no protocols to follow once you've made the decision to shoot; nobody tells you the internal moral conflict that comes along the choice. So when I ask the doctor about the felon's condition, I do it with real concern…
"Is he…is he okay?" I don't want to be a murderer, although I had no other option but to shoot…
"They are taking care of him…" She says and I feel instant relief…he is alive…I did not kill him…I let the information sink in as we come to a halt. The beautiful doctor comes closer to nail her light blue gaze on me "And I am taking care of you…so I ask you please, don't worry about that matter" She speaks with such serenity that makes me forget about the entire issue. I nod spellbound "Good…let's move on then" She says and we are moving again into a room where I observe x-rays equipment "We have to take off your vest…it can interfere with the x-rays image" She explains as I see two women in white scrub suits approaching me "The nurses will help you with the vest and I'll wait on the other side of the glass for the radiologist to run the tests…ok?"
"Okay…" I mouthed and she leaves, but not before giving me a sweet smile
The nurses help me take off the bulletproof vest. The process is somewhat complicated by the position in which I find myself, and every little effort I make to facilitate the task results excruciatingly painful, despite the painkillers that they have already administered me. The x-rays only take a few minutes and I'm surprised because I did not think it would be so fast.
"Alright detective Vause…we are finished here…Dr. Diaz and Dr. Washington will take you to the prep room as I wait for your results…" My stomach contracts as I am aware of what the next step implies…the prep room, before the slaughterhouse "So I'll see you in a few minutes" But damn it! Suddenly I can't wait to go there, because if the hot doctor says that she'll see me in a few minutes, I would not mind at all waiting for her in the damn hell. The other two girls scroll me out of the x-rays room to head back towards the elevators.
"You don't have to worry about anything ma'am…" Dr. Washington said with a big contagious smile "Dr. Chapman is pretty awesome" I feel like I don't need someone to confirm what I already know deep down. I have an incredible skill at reading people, and I don't need to know the doctor thoroughly to see that she is an astounding woman indeed; beyond her beauty, I can observe in her an innate kindness that radiates from all her being to warm your insides with a single look of her candid eyes, with the openness with which her lips are drawn into stunning smiles so easily and so frequently to appease your worries instantly or with the way the mellow tone of her voice hypnotizes you and vows to you that everything is going to be fine in a way that leaves no room to distrust…I evoke every trait of hers…
"Yeah…she is an amazing doctor…" The other doctor chimes in dragging me back to reality from my self-absorption "And an incredible person too…"
"Aren't all doctors supposed to be incredible persons?" I ask them puzzled after mulling about it, causing them to burst with laughter
"Hell no!" The girl who inserted the IV on my arm exclaims with a snort "The vast majority are assholes…if you ask me"
"And yet you are one of them…" I retort with amusement and a bell announces that we have reached our floor…
"But only because we aspire to be nice doctors, like Dr. Chapman…" Dr. Washington continues saying as they both scroll me out of the elevator
"Is she the boss or something?" I ask intrigued. All of a sudden I'm eager to learn everything about the cute doctor that seems to be highly respected among her coworkers…
"She's an attending…and we are residents…so yes, she is sort of our boss…" Dr. Diaz explains and it is only when we are facing a big double door that reads Operating Room that I remember that I am about to be operated…nerves come back to seize my whole being…
I'm taken to a room with walls covered with white tiles and where the characteristic hospital smell seems to be intensified by a thousand. That room looks like the source of that clean aroma to disinfectant that impregnates the air in every space of the building, and although it is not an unpleasant smell, I can't help but wrinkle my nose at it, feeling quite nauseated by it…
"We need to take off the rest of your clothes" Dr. Diaz informs me and I feel overly self-conscious, which is silly because for starters, they are doctors! So nudity is just part of their work, and also because at this point, I think is sure to assume that half the staff of the hospital has already seen my ass, so on second thought, I don't see what the problem is with showing some more skin "The nurse will help you with it…" She says and gets busy on another matter as a nurse comes my way to help me get undressed. I relax a little despite being taking off the remnants of my clothes in front of a handful of people as I notice that they all seem to be paying attention to other issues…
"I've got your results detective Vause…" My body stiffens as my ears recognize the voice behind the sound of a door being closed. At this precise moment I'm utterly naked. My shirt, my bra my panties, everything is gone and the nurse is helping me to put on the customary thin gown made for patients, of those that have the back completely open. I rush to help the nurse as Dr. Chapman walks towards me with her eyes fixed on the radiography, whilst she drags a stool to take a sit right in front of me and then faces me "So…" She says casually, completely oblivious to my nakedness and to my discomfort for having her so close in such an exposed situation "The bullet in your gluteus is fortunately not very deep, however…the shot in your thigh is more serious than I expected…" She goes on explaining and I stop struggling with the damn gown attentive to what she is saying "The projectile hit the bone, causing a considerable femoral fissure…actually I'm surprised you did not complain more about the pain" Is that appreciation in her face? I shrug with a modest smile, disregarding the compliment, because…it is a compliment, right? It is a compliment if you feel flattered…as I am right now…
"Oh well…" I say with a grin and I swear her eyes fall to my lips and the tip of her tongue darts out of her mouth to moisten her lower lip before resuming after clearing her throat
"To sum it up…you'll be perfectly fine, but the recovery will take you longer than expected due to the bone fissure…" She readopts her professional stance that for the tiniest of moments faded just seconds ago "Nevertheless Detective Vause, I think you are very lucky…" She ends up saying, sealing the prognosis with an intense glare that made me feel like she could see right into my soul…
"I'm starting to believe I am, Doctor Chapman…" I don't believe in destiny or that kind of bullshit, but as my eyes are fixed on the beautiful blue of hers, I feel like there is no other place where I want to be more than here, as if having been shot in the butt is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me in my life…
P.S: Soooo, YAY or NAY?