Three hours later, when the patient’s vital was finally stabilized and aftercare was being provided to the baby, Cassandra discarded the gloves and walked out, diving her hands in the large pockets of the coat. A woman stood from the bench, tears streaming down her face as she blocked her way, asking, “Doctor. How’s my—” “She’s fine.” She provided no further explanation as she walked away, hearing a nurse stepping outside to inform the family that they could go in the room now. She walked back to Patrick’s area, her thoughts instantly going back to Selena. She had been gone for so long. Was she alright? She thought about the purple marks on her neck, hating herself for not having noticed sooner. She stopped in her steps, seeing her standing outside the room, a coffee in her hand as she was reading the posters fixed on the wall. She really was so beautiful. As if she felt her presence, Selena turned to her, her eyes twinkling in delight to see her, “Doctor!” A look of horror then cr
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Cassandra walked in her laboratory, carrying a vial of blood. She approached her microscope, brought the small light closer and used a dropper to lay a blood drop onto the transparent glass. She sat there, looking into the device, adjusting it till she saw the blood cells clearly. She tore a piece of paper, jotting down her observation. This wasn’t good. Hepatitis B. She clipped it to her patient’s file and walked out, “Charles, make a call to Ms. Isabella Scoffield and direct it to my office. It’s urgent.” “Right away.” Jillian sipped into her hot chocolate, watching the exchange as a spectator. She was having a ten minutes break right now while the new assistants were working as per her instructions. Cassandra opened her office door and then stepped back, approaching Charles’s desk. She snatched one of his favorite post-it notes much to his horror, grabbed his pen and jotted down Dr. P
“Who are you?!” “I’m a cop. Now. Answer me.” Megan noticed the purple marks on her neck and she instantly put the baton away, grabbing her jaw as she inclined to her, water dripping from her hair to land on her face, “Alright gorgeous. I will let you go and you will answer all of my questions. Understood?” Selena nodded. The second that soi-disant cop stood away from her, she took a deep breath and then aggressively swung her leg at her. Megan blocked her foot skillfully, getting angry now, “Is that how you want it to be!?” She bent down, grabbing her collar, lifting her up easily. She slammed her against the couch, pushing her leg between hers to prevent her from escaping, “Who are you? What are you doing here? Where’s Cassandra?” She shuddered, gulping at how tall she was. She was taller than the doctor. Her lips trembled, “Why are you after her? I won’t tell you.” Megan chuckled, tossing her onto the couch. She knelt beside her as the young woman frantically gathered hersel
Selena fooled around with the radio station, trying to find something to listen to as she munched on her sandwich. “You really don’t have any music in your car?” The doctor pressed a button on her steering wheel, reducing all the volume bars. “No and don’t let the crumbs fall in the car or I’ll have you clean it.” She shoved the rest of her sandwich in her mouth, nearly choking and she hastily reached for the coffee cup, drinking it all in one go. Cassandra sighed. This morning had been nothing but chaotic. She needed Selena to come to the office with her but she had no idea that waking her up would be such a feat. Not to mention that the cat literally dropped a fucking dead bird on her buttered toast while she was taking a call. Selena exhaled in relief, catching her breath as she put the empty coffee cup down. She glanced at her. She looked so darn sexy in that brown suit. She reached out carefully, poking her cheek with a finger, teasing her, “Doctor, you’ll get wrinkles if you
Charles buzzed the intercom and before he could even announce it, the door swung open and a man dressed in a brown suit, carrying a simple briefcase, walked in. He delicately shoved one of the two chairs away, drew the remaining one exactly in the middle and sat before the desk, arching an eyebrow at Selena and said, “I thought I was seeing the doctor?” She nervously nodded, “She’ll be here in a second.” He checked his watch, placed the briefcase on the desk and cleared his voice, extending his hand, “Jeremy Mayer, Dr. York’s lawyer.” “Um, glad to meet you.” She had so hoped that he wouldn't show up. She shook his hand and the man kept holding, demanding her complete attention, “Might I ask about your exact relationship with the doctor?” “Wha—?!” Cassandra walked in, taking off her gloves and throwing them to the trash, “That doesn’t concern you, Jeremy.” He coughed, looking slightly offended. Cassandra washed her hand, eyed the rolling chair that had been pushed far away from t
Billy sipped into his cognac, taking a break, letting the bartender that he had hired do the job. Selena’s friends have helped him advertising the bar on that Facebook thing and now it was full as it has ever been, just like the old times. Yet, he began realizing that maybe it was really too much work to manage all this by himself. He had not been getting sleep as he should lately. His daughter was not returning his calls and the damn receptionist at the office had stopped answering on Cassandra’s request. All since the day he caught her in the arms of that young artist. It had been three weeks since then and he didn’t even hear from her. Last Saturday, in bed, his wife spoke words which had been haunting him since: Where did we go wrong, hun? She’s not even calling us anymore. He clenched the glass, gazing at the dark orangey color of the liquor. It was all his fault. He failed her as a father, failed to be more supportive.He heard some commotion and he raised his head, seeing a d
Selena put her palette and her brushes aside, unceremoniously discarding her jeans. Why did she always have to be the one naked? She daringly reached towards Cassandra, hooking her finger in the strap of her vest and the doctor instantly swatted her hand away, arching an eyebrow, seemingly displeased, “What are you doing?” “I was…nothing. Sorry.” Cassandra shook her head, kicking the seat lightly away from the canvas, before taking a place on it, “Bend over my laps.” Her heart leapt in her chest as those hot words hovered in the air. Selena was dumbfounded. She gaped at her, wondering if she heard right. Her legs shook as she approached her, falling onto her knees right beside her, her eyes meeting the doctor’s, trying to read her. It was clear that she wasn’t kidding about this. She hastily stole a kiss from Cassandra, blushing hard as she then held her knees and laid across her laps, not wanting to be keep her waiting. “Good, kitty.” Cassandra murmured appreciatively, caressing
Upset, Selena watched as the doctor rushed here and there, grabbing her coat, her laptop bag, her keys, her phone and every little stuff. She was now wearing her shoes. “You sure you don’t want any?” “No, thanks.” She popped one of the slices of kiwi she had cut in her mouth and sighed, unable to hide her sadness, “It’s Sunday…I thought we could spend time together.” Cassandra explained, finding support against the wall as she tried to force her foot in that shoe that was for some reason not fitting while glaring at the cat who kept following her around, “I work half-day on Sunday.” “Okay, then I’ll meet you this afternoon. We’ll go deliver the painting?” The doctor looked at her apologetically, “I know I said yes last night but I can’t. Jeremy called this morning. I’m meeting with him to finalize things. It’ll take a good while.” Her shoulders slumped and she frustratingly grabbed a piece of watermelon, “Fine. Go then.” Cassandra hesitated and then she walked to her, reaching fo