My shift finally ended after a few hours Mr. Grey left the hospital premises. I gave him an antihistamine for five days but encouraged him to consult his physician if symptoms persist. I took a shower before leaving, planning to dive into my bed as soon as I arrive home. It had been a long shift, and all I wanted was to sleep for another 24 hours. I was already in my third year of medical residency training, specializing in Internal Medicine. I planned to pursue a subspecialty program, also known as fellowship training, and perhaps, I choose either Cardiology or Infectious Diseases. I was already a few months away from completing my residency, but still, I had not made up my mind yet.
I took another shower as soon as I arrived home. I didn't want my boyfriend, Eric, to blame me if he ever gets sick. I was already tired of his foul mouth as I was becoming more and more worthless in his eyes. Yes, he had reasons why he looked down on me. He rescued me from the pit of financial hardship as a result of my father's death during my fourth year in college.
My mother died when I was three, and I grew up devoid of motherly love. I envied those classmates whose mothers came during Parents Teachers Association meetings because my father could not. He worked as a ship captain, and a few years after my mother died, he came home every year, not to our house, but to his other woman. Yes, he visited me. He even pampered me with money, with beautiful clothes and everything a teen wants.
My friends even envied me because I had everything. I had a fat bank account, and I always hang out in expensive coffee shops. They thought all these material things I was enjoying made me truly happy. They were all wrong. There are some things money can't buy. If I had to choose, I would have preferred to enjoy a simple life as long as I wouldn't live alone in dormitories and boarding houses near my school. I already lived in dorms ever since I was in elementary. I had a nanny to take care of my things and my school uniforms, but I only enjoyed her company during weekends. I treasured her as a family because she did those responsibilities my mother should have done. Yet, she died when I was in high school, making me totally independent when I entered college.
Unlike those depressed teens, I did not squander my money except for my expensive lifestyle. I never went out with my friends at a club, though I spent dinners with them sometimes. I instead loved to study and burn my candles in coffee shops and enjoyed the feeling of being praised for excelling in the class.
Living the life of a lonely princess ended when my father died. Aside from the money in my bank account, he left me with almost nothing except for a house and lot, which I only stayed with when my mother lived. When my nanny died, my father had it rented but entrusted the monthly rental collection to his other woman. She never gave me a share of it and even spent the last penny of my father's bank savings. I sold the house, even if she objected, knowing I had the sole right as my father's daughter.
However, my money did not last long. I took medicine after I graduated from my pre-med course, which was a Bachelor of Science in Nursing. The high cost of the course itself plunged me deeper into financial hardship. I sold my expensive things, but still, it couldn't cover my entire financial needs.
I met Eric during my last year in medical school. I hang out with a friend at that time as I was getting tired of crying inside my boarding house. I spent my last money with our two cups of coffee but cried hard afterward, grieving over my loss as I started to feel pity for myself. Her cousin came over by coincidence, and that's how I knew Eric as a businessman. He was the son of the biggest shareholder of a famous university, but at a young age, he started to build his own company.
Perhaps, my friend noticed Eric's attraction to me, because she left us alone to talk. As emotional as I was, I started crying when he asked me why I looked sad. Getting conscious of the people's eyes on us, I accepted his invitation to talk more at the hotel he was staying in.
I was too innocent then, not paying attention to the risk of being with a man inside a hotel's suite. He comforted me and promised to take care of my tuition, and all that I need to complete my fourth year in medical school. He even told me to shoulder everything until I would become a full-fledged physician but with a condition to live with him as his mistress. The desire to finish my course and my financial setbacks left me with no choice. As a medical student who had thick books to study, I could never take part-time jobs. Aside from that, I am not used to working for a living, the disadvantage of being a pampered child.
That night, he took me to his home, and from then on, lived with him. He provided a decent roof under my head, a fatter bank account, and expensive stuff. I paid him with my body. He was sexually insatiable, and I felt that in those few days I stayed with him, I was already rotting like an overripe banana.
I was still in my reverie as I lay awake on my bed when my phone vibrated. I was too tired to pick it up, aside from being annoyed at having my thoughts interrupted.
"Red? Why on hell does it take you so long to answer my call?"
"I'm sorry I was asleep."
"My time is precious, Red. Don't you dare to delay any second that I have."
I felt hurt again. Eric dominated over me as if I was a whore. I never felt loved at all, not even during our sex, where most men say sweet nothings. However, I had to accept my fate. He bought me for a price.
"See you at the Amara Hotel tonight, 7 pm. Don't be late.""Alright."Throughout those five years we were together, I learned to submit myself to his plans and decisions. I never questioned him though sometimes, I felt suffocated. I even accepted the fact that if he brings me to any function, it's not because he wanted my company but because I was like a trophy for him to show off. He was always far from the man I knew every time important men in his social circle surrounded us. He became the gentleman that he never was, sweet and caring like a thoughtful sweetheart. Sometimes, I even wished there would be more events to attend.I set my alarm clock to three hours before the event. It should be enough for my preparation, knowing that Eric was so meticulous. Perhaps because his call disrupted my train of thoughts, I drifted into a dreamless sleep as soon as my head hit my soft pillow..._____I was in a boat, enjoying the sceneries around me. We wer
I felt my blood rushing in the wrong direction when I heard Mr. Grey's name on Eric's lips. My heartbeats thumped erratically, and I started to feel afraid that Eric would sense my reaction. I turned away and pretended to grab my bag, heading out of the room ahead of him."Red, have you heard me?" I heard him asked before he grabbed my arm. I turned to him and raised my brow, pretending I didn't get his point."My goodness, Red, can't you be so stupid just for once?" Eric yelled into my face, and I stepped back in fright, even if he already did this to me a thousand times."What do you exactly want me to do?" I sighed as I responded, having realized I overacted my denial."You must grab a chance to talk to him or, better yet, dance with him!"I nodded but I added, and his reply increased the sense of humiliation I felt inside. "And you won't get jealous? Wouldn't this be a problem between the two of us?"He looked at me with disdain, laughin
"I mean, we are doing well in five years, so I guess, a piece of paper does not make any difference," added Eric when he, perhaps, sensed that we got dumbfounded. I smiled and nodded, but tried hard to conceal my embarrassment and sense of shame. I felt rejected, unwanted, and undesired. "It makes a great difference if you were to ask me, Eric. One of the best days of my life was when I walked down the aisle with the woman I love," Mr. Tim Cruz pointed out, and I swore, I saw Mr. Grey smirked and threw a scornful look at Eric. To my added embarrassment, Mr. Cruz turned to Mr. Grey and solicited for his idea. "Sean, what is your opinion regarding this?" All I wanted at that moment was to faint and not wake up forever when he glanced and cast me a look of pity. "I have the same view as you do, Tim. When the right time comes, I will ask her hand for a marriage," seconded Mr. Grey while his eyes stayed on me. Right at that moment, the last s
As if the music conductor knew that the most important figure of the night approached the dance floor, the music instantly turned into the most romantic strain I ever heard. The moment he placed his hands on the small of my lower back and me on his shoulders, my world began to spin. The sound of my heartbeats competed with the loud sound of the percussion instrument hammering in the background."You're so beautiful without the white coat on," Mr. Grey commented after he ran down his eyes on me. I felt like wax then, melting against the glow of his gaze."Thank you," was all I could mutter after letting out a faint and awkward smile. I was no longer the dominant doctor I was, knowing that I was in his territory."How are you and Mr. Martela?"The question sent shivers down my spine, and it brought back the pain I was trying to push back inside. I couldn't look into his eyes, so I kept staring at his chest, hoping he wouldn't notice my reaction.
It had been some weeks already after that first and last time Mr. Grey dropped me off at home. When he gave me that piece of advice, I responded with just a smile. I couldn't pour out all my heartaches to him because I didn't want him to think that he was better than Eric because he was richer. And besides, we were still strangers who just got to know a little about each other. We were neither friends. Eric's shame was also mine because it also meant I was too stupid to allow him to trample my worth and pride.My mind was all set up. I would be leaving him. I was just waiting for the right time, and I would be breaking it to him gently. I was then slowly taking my distance. Oblivious to him, I was able to purchase my townhouse. After duty, I no longer went home. I just went there sometimes, but I wouldn't take long. I just told him I was accepting another job as a company doctor and slept at the doctor's lounge. It didn't seem to be a problem because he didn't argue with me a
I did not know how long I was crying on Sean's chest. He did not say a word but did not stop stroking my hair and my back. Knowing somebody cared and understood your heartache was such a nice feeling that my crying spell took longer. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled myself up and looked at him with a faint smile. "Thank you, Mr. Grey." "Sean. We already agreed on this." "Ah, yes," I chuckled, feeling awkward. "I need to go back. They are already looking for me," I said as I looked around, ignoring his complaint. I sighed in relief when I realized we're standing on a corridor that only ER staff were using. I pulled my phone out and saw unread messages. I then opened the one from my fellow physician-on-duty. "Doc, Red,don't worry. I'm taking over. Mr. Martela asked if you are on duty, but I told him you are accompanying a patient who transferred to another institution." I smiled at Dr. Mimi's thoughtfulness, but I grumb
Eric rolled up his window and threw me a confused stare. Suddenly, I lost my courage to say it personally to him that I was already leaving. Not because I had hesitations, but because I did not want to hurt myself anymore. I knew he would start insulting me again and remind me how ungrateful I was."Eric," I greeted him as soon as I was done placing some of my things in the passenger's seat. It was not much anyway because I already pulled some of it every time I dropped by."What happens to your car?" I was right. He didn't notice the absence of my things, even in our bedroom. Either he was too busy with my best friend, or he just didn't care about it. I was used to it, anyway."It's safe from scratches here. Long hours in the hospital's parking lot is too risky.""I won't mind. You can have it fixed anytime."Oh, really. What makes him so gentle today?"Thank you," I said, giving him a pursed smile. "Eric, I have to g
"I'm used to this. I can still sleep," I smiled awkwardly. "No. Drink milk, instead. I also bought a little." "What-" "Wait." He cut me off, only to make me wait. Yet, when he came back, he already had two bags in his hands. My eyes got wide when he pulled out a big can of milk. Standing to take it from him, I giggled. "Thanks, Sean, but I'm not a baby anymore." "The babies are not the only ones who need a good rest. Adults, also. And milk contains melatonin, a hormone that induces sleep. You're the doctor here, so I don't have to give further explanation." I raised both my hands, still giggling. "Okay, okay, I'll drink the milk. I don't need another lecture. What else do you have there?" I stood up next to him as I opened the two bags and looked at what he got. I shook my head in amusement when I saw that those foods were even enough to feed me for three months: nuts, chocolates, cookies, noodles, dri