Chapter 5 Bloody Samaritan II

"I would have given you painkillers but you need to eat first, and the medical explanation might just seem like I'm rambling on in another language, so in lame man term, It is bad for you till you eat," I told his nagging ass. Before addressing his somewhat childish characters.

"But besides that, Is that how you apologize over a bad attitude?," I could feel the veins in my head begin to pop, l starting to get pissed. I folded my arms in front of my chest and looked at him sternly.

"Do you go around demanding apologies from your resting patients after you go ahead to deny them of useful information about their well being?," He shot back at me and I opened her mouth to reply but later decided on keeping shut.

"Yeah I thought so too…" He said with satisfaction. He was acting like he had just won the argument.

"So you know I'm a doctor?? then why did you ask who I was??," I asked, inquisitive, getting frustrated at his counterproductive attitude. I thought he had zero memories but now it looked like he still had some basic memory.

"You are carrying a white clipboard, with them miss smart pants glasses and you are being bitter, I might be at loss of memory but I'm not stupid, I can deduce a bitter doctor when I see one," He mocked.

He had guts. That's all I could say to myself, he had mad crazy guts coming at me like that, was he even aware that I saved his ass?, slept on the world most uncomfortable ass couch and was awake almost through the whole night just to check up on him. Now he's just being bitchy and ungrateful.

"Okay, I see, you are just an ungrateful fellow and you don't deserve getting saved," I said bitterly, snapping my clip board aggressively making sure that it made a loud smack sound so it would hurt his head, and getting the reaction I wanted as I saw him wince at the loud click sound, I felt a little bad but still worked out of the room with her head high before I remembered that I forgot to tell him they were going to the hospital for his complete check up and analysis, and that I also knew his name.

"By the way, I couldn't find any personal information about you, so we will be calling you Grumpy for now till we find something on you…"

"Grumpy?!!!" He squinted his eyes at me

"And you car is in total ruins so I don't think I can get the accident ward to run and DNA swab test on those piece of scrap, shame...it was such a great ride,"

"I had a car?!!!!" He exclaimed again. At this point, I stopped feeling bad for him wincing and regretting talking loudly, he was the one with the splitting headache.

"And I need you to get your grumpy ass ready in thirty minutes, you will have difficulty moving your body properly but I'm a bitter person so I don't give two shits," I said, taking my work clothes and and every other thing else I needed to the bathroom which was just the next room after her bedroom, every day I spent quality time in the bathroom cursing whoever designed the apartments and decided that it would be a good idea to keep the toilet and goddamn bathroom outside of the room.

I headed to the bathroom and did all my morning business and changed my tampons into a fresh one. My monthly visitor was one of the most horrible things about being woman and it played a very important role as to why I easily snapped back at Grumpy, he was infuriating as a person, and if I had come across him some other time in the month, he wouldn't have been able to get a reaction from her but it made her so pissed and moody.

When I was done, l had nothing to clean my wet body with, except some old face towel because I had forgotten my main towel in my room which was very unlike me, it was definitely because I took a stranger in and now he had disrupted my way of living and I couldn't go back into the room because I wanted to give him some privacy.

I finished dressing in my bathroom and realized I had forgotten my deodorant, deciding he would have finished undressing. I unlocked the toilet bathroom and the clipper in my mouth fell to the ground with absolutely zero attempt to save it and the sole reason why it happened stood right in front of me.

He was wearing my towel, but damn did he wear it better, because it hung low on his waist exposing the V curve that led down to his junk. His whole body was so reaped and I wondered how I didn't notice it the other day. His chest were broad as hell, I could her head on one part and it would contain it and his abs looked carved like he was designed in a 3D lab, he had some dark wounds around his shoulder and forearm and one on the side of his ribs but his legs look perfectly fine, they were PERFECTLY fine.

"Jesus...I hope I'm not drooling…" I thought to myself but then of all moments to think out loud, my mind chose now.

"Yes, you are…" Grumpy said in a bored tone. I felt a red blush appear on my cheeks and the edge of His mouth tilted upwards forming a small smirk. Son of a potato was having so much fun seeing how much reaction he could get out of me. All because she refused to take Carl's advice on getting herself laid and losing up, she was just so focused on her career she wasn't used to treats like this.

"Hurry up, I'm not waiting another ten minutes" I rushed away from him before I did or said something embarrassing like taking the towel off him and licking him where the sun didn't shine. Damn, he made me feel all hot and messy. I heard him chuckle at me.

"Arrogant bastard…" I cursed.

"Heard you!!!!" He yelled.

"And I DON'T CARE!!!"

"It wasn't like I wanted to see his junk anyway...Or did I?,"...