~ ~ ~ ~ ~ In all the wild activities that were going on right now, Cassandra was sitting under Cat's private gazebo, gazing at Selena with longing. The artist was standing barefoot on the sand and she was painting. She was so beautiful. Like always. She wished she would just look her way, smile at her but the girl had been avoiding her the whole day. She miserably looked at the tiny object she had brought with her, wondering what she was still doing here. “Hey, babe.” She turned to Megan with a small smile, acknowledging her, “Hey.” The lieutenant walked up the small steps, entering the gazebo, sliding on the bench, right beside her. “You not joining us? The bonfire’s lit. Hear that sweet music?” “Mm-hm. Sweet sounds indeed. I was just about to leave in a bit.” She arched an eyebrow, reaching for her hand, gazing at the shiny object she was holding. She chuckled, “Now. That’s something I shouldn’t miss. Now would be a good time to propose. She’s alone.” She solemnly said, “I’m stil
~ ~ ~ ~ ~Cattleya growled, trying not to fall when Megan flung an arm around her shoulder, leaning her whole weight onto her. Megan tossed a glance over her shoulder when she heard the giggles and saw that it was only the two volleyball players she had been flirting with the whole day, “Mmh, don’t fall behind, my loves. I promised you a good night, didn’t I?” Cattleya snapped at her, smelling the strong liquor on her breath, “Shut up, Meg. You’re completely wasted.” She smugly said, blowing in her ear, “Don’t be jelly, Catty. Mmh, I’ve always wondered what it’s like to dominate a dominatrix—” “That’s it.” She viciously let go of the lieutenant who instantly tripped, unable to hold her own. The two women instantly stepped up to catch her in time, laughing now. Cattleya ran her hand in her hair, frustratingly looking at her and then, at them, disregarding her friend completely, “Do whatever you want with her.” “Ms. Kir.” She jerked on the spot, taken aback by the sudden voice. She
Standing in her surgeon attire, surrounded by both Jillian and Emma, Cassandra was preparing herself to perform a hysterectomy with their assistance. Her patient has been put under general anesthesia. She approached the table, held the tool which Emma handed her and made a small incision in her patient’s belly button. Using a laparoscope, a tiny camera was inserted through the cut and an image was projected from it to the screen. As she watched the image, examining the internal organs, she made two other tiny incisions in the lower abdomen before proceeding for the removal process. Two hours later, when the surgery was completed and Jillian was attending to the now awake patient, Cassandra spent a good time meticulously washing her hand with antibacterial soap. She wore back her white coat, exited the room, nodding towards the patient’s husband, signalling him to proceed to her office. She opened the woman’s file, jotting down some medications as well as advising the husband about
Cassandra jerked awake, when freezing water slammed against her face, knocking the breath out of her. She inhaled sharply, instinctively pulled at her hands to find out she couldn’t move them. Her eyes adjusted to the light and among the icy droplets that dripped from her hair, she made out the dark shape looming over her, her heart pounding in her chest.When her vision cleared, she impassively gazed at Charles. She exhaled slowly, shaking her hands to test out the cable ties which were locked around her wrists onto the arms of a metal chair. Too strong. Her feet were also locked together. She eyed the room, realizing that she was still in her clinic, in her laboratory.“It’s futile to resist, doctor.” She frowned at him, “What do you want from me?” He raised the post-it note, shifting through the small pages. He gazed at it, muttered something under his breath and slid it back in his pocket. He approached her, raising his hand to caress the area near her temple, noting the injury ma
Cattleya reached for her packet of cigarettes near the gear shift, taking one out and bringing it to her lips. She furrowed her brows, searching for her lighter and grumbled under her breath, “Dammit.” In her haste to leave the manor to join Cassandra and Megan for dinner, she forgot to take one. That was frustrating. She had cleared her schedule for nothing. It gave her a headache thinking about all those postponed meetings that needed to be allocated again. She should have known the doctor had unpredictable emergencies to attend to. It wouldn't be the first time that something like this would happen anyway and she was certain it wouldn't be the last time too. Cassandra prioritized human life above everything else. She closed her car's door, walking to Selena who was leaning against the hood of her Bugatti Chiron, “I suppose you don’t have a light?” Selena shook her head, her eyes stuck on the ring adorning her finger, “I don’t smoke, Ms. Kir.” "Why am I not
She ran through the hallways of the hospital, tears rolling down her cheeks. Where did they take her? Why didn’t the lieutenant let her ride in the ambulance? She should be with the doctor right now. “Hey you, don’t run in the corridors!” A nurse crossly spat at her, grabbing onto her arm, stopping her. She stiffened, “Please, it’s— they brought Cassandra in. Doctor York. Where did they take her?” The nurse scoffed at her, finding it hard to follow up with what she was saying, “Dr. York doesn’t work here. If you need to consult an ob-gyn—” Selena shook her shoulders frantically, her eyes blurring again, “She’s badly injured, goddamn you! She was bleeding. The ambulance— it must have come here!” A bit startled, the nurse stammered, “Oh my God. Is that true?! She must be in the ER then! Right there! But you can’t go in—” She released her, ignoring her warning as she made her way there. She saw another nurse, carrying blood packets in her hands and she followed her, bar
JFK International Airport Charles checked his passport and his flight ticket for what seemed to be the thousandth time. His hands were trembling. So far. So good. He kept repeating this in his mind, assuring himself that he was safe and sound. He had bought a one-way trip to Paris and now he was waiting in the common area to board the plane. He had been so nervous all day, when he went to hand over his luggage, when he passed through the airport security gates but really, it was all in his imagination. He raised his eyes to the TV fixed on a pillar, reading the words on the blue ticker: Obstetrics specialist consultant, Dr. Cassandra York is currently in a comatose state after brutal assault by employee. The state medical board sends heartfelt message. He huffed. So she slipped into a coma? He guessed that it was better than anything. All week long, he has kept a low profile and read articles about her. Her state has been worsening. She deserved it
Her head throbbed, her body felt sore and heavy. Cassandra stirred. She opened her eyes slowly and winced when the light felt too intense. She was about to cover them and as she raised her arm, something snapped, an excruciating pain slashing through her like a blade and she trembled, leaving her hand in place. She bit her lips hard, strangling a sob, vague memories coming back to her in fragments. When her eyes adjusted to the light in the room, she was startled to see that Selena was sleeping right beside her, her arms strongly wrapped around her body, her head pressed on her shoulder. Her heart raced. Tears trickled her eyes. Maybe everything wasn’t so bad after all. She sighed in relief, relishing her warmth. She terribly wished she could hold her right now. “Selena…” She realized how weak her voice sounded… and then it dawned on her about how sore and dry her throat felt. Maybe she should let her sleep. It must have been a terrifying night. She observed the hosp