I waste no time ducking in there, unlatching the window, and shoving it up.After popping out the screen with two quick bangs of my fist, I stand on the toilet and hoist one leg over the windowsill.
I hear the deep rumble of Dr.Hunk’s voice down the hall, and my nipples tighten.
Dear God, why does he have this effect on me?It’s like I turn into a puddle of goo around him.It’s so much better to avoid him than embarrass myself the way I do.
Ouch.Ouch, ouch, ouch.I sit on the window casing to swing my other leg through, then peer at the sloping ground beneath.It’s a bit further down than it was on the inside, but I can jump.
The delicious notes of Dr.Hunk’s voice cease.Oh God, he’s coming back!It’s now or never.
Thank you, Dr.Hunk, but I just can’t discuss my female problems with you when being close to you makes me quiver like a Jello shot.
Please, forget you ever saw me here.And forget that my best friend and I call you Dr.Hunk behind your back.
I suck in a breath, hold it, and push off.
Matthias
It takes me two minutes to talk Jasmine through a Lego extraction on her five-year old, Oliver, and ten more minutes to calm her down.
My bear tugs on me the whole time, wanting me to get back to Maisy.
The caramel apple scent has faded by the time I walk down the hall, and I know before I open the door what happened.
Sure enough, there’s a pink backpack decorated with a beaded daisy–Maisy’s bag.But no sign of her.
My patient escaped.
This is exactly what I was afraid would happen.I’ve tried to be calm and rein in my bear around her.She’s already nervous around me.Whenever I get close, her cheeks flare with color, and she starts dropping things.
It’s adorable.
Something in her bag buzzes.Her phone.I pull it out and see it’s an unknown number with a Nevada area code.Looks like the same Nevada number has called her a bunch, too, but never left a message.
My bear growls.I don’t like that someone’s pestering her.Who would be calling her like this?
Now I’m snooping shamelessly.Her journal is here too, under her bag.It’s open to a page where she’s tracked her symptoms in neat script.The scientist in me admires her methodical tracking of her cycle and pain.There’s enough data here for me to prescribe her pain meds immediately although I will schedule her for a nurse’s appointment tomorrow for an examination.I’ll make a note on Maisy’s chart that I strongly recommend Nancy talk to her about getting on birth control to help manage her hormones.
That will be a start.It’s not enough to satisfy my bear, but I can assure him we’ll watch over her.She won’t be in pain again, not on our watch.
My bear briefly recommends killing everyone who’s treated her poorly, including the person blowing up her phone.
Maybe later,I will tell him.We don’t want to distress her any more than we already have.Those are the magic words that get him to settle down.
Everything in me wants to read her journal, but it’s wrong to violate her privacy.In a minute, I’ll close it and put it in her bag.But first, I bring the paper to my nose and inhale her scent.
A piece of paper falls out and flutters to the floor.I pick it up and can’t help glancing at the flowing script.She used a purple pen to writeNew Year’s Resolutionsat the top.
Glow up
Dr.appointment for PCOS
Plan DD expansion
Set boundaries with Allen
Set boundaries with Allen?Who the fuck is Allen, and why does she need to set boundaries with him?
My bear roars to the surface, ready to savage the guy who’s upsetting my mate.
