Read with BonusRead with Bonus

Chapter 10

Ariel Smith

Dealing with them is easier than with adults. I started to think that, after all, I wanted to form a big family, to fill my house with children, both natural and adopted, but to do that, I would need to find the ideal man and I knew it wasn't the time yet.

It was almost 6 pm and my workday would end soon. Soon I could see my new apartment. But, I was ready to leave when there was a traffic accident, resulting in many injuries. All the doctors were called and we rushed to the emergency room. But as soon as we walked through the door we saw several men dressed in suits, some slightly injured and others shot, which made me question whether what had really happened was a car accident.

Doctors and nurses mobilized to start care and I did the same, but before I got ready, the boss, Dr. Vladmir, guided me to a stretcher. There were some men in suits around her and the boss, who seemed nervous, said:

— Come on, Ariel, I need you to attend to this man, okay? The others are already being attended to!

We approached the stretcher and the men made room. I stared at my patient, who was wearing a black overcoat. The boss approached and spoke, as if he knew him:

— I'm sorry for the delay, Mr. Drummond. This here is Dr. Smith, she will take care of her injuries. You are in great hands!

With that said, Dr. Vladmir walked away, leaving me among the dozen men who surrounded the patient. They didn't move away and, with my heart in my hand, I began my work.


at the moment...

I faced the brutes, passing through them and trying to do my job. As if by reflex, one of them started to block my path, but when he noticed that I was wearing a lab coat, he opened space, allowing me to begin the service. I put on the disposable gloves and, for the first time, I faced the patient. The man was eye candy, a delight to watch. He had black hair and light blue eyes on a serious face that made him more handsome, a true God.

A handsome man like that, accompanied by security guards, must be a model, athlete, film actor or businessman, I realized, after discreetly evaluating the formal and elegant clothes that made him even more attractive. Shyly, I introduced myself and asked him to take off his jacket and shirt. A security guard approached to help him, but something strange happened. My patient, Arthur Drummond, as stated on the clipboard, gave the man an intimidating look and took off his clothes without assistance.

I controlled my eyes, which wanted to wander over his bare chest, I took a deep breath and looked at his arm, wounded by a bullet. I moved closer, touching his skin with my gloved hand and noticed he was looking at me strangely, as if he was surprised to see me. But it could have just been an impression, after all, I had had a very busy and stressful day.

As I assessed the wound on his arm, I could see the security guards' impatience and I was starting to feel like an insect around the brutes. Although I knew I was beautiful, I had never been surrounded by so many beautiful, virile men as I was at that moment. The patient was also an example of virility, he looked like a rock, after all, he had been shot in the arm and had not once complained of pain, not even when I touched the wound, assessing the extent of the damage.

But he soon broke the silence:

— What are you waiting for to sedate me? — He asked, arrogantly.

His attitude surprised me. My day had been exhausting and I wouldn't accept being treated that way by a patient. I moistened my lips and controlled the true words, saying:

— Mr. Drummond, I'm evaluating the wound, please have a little patience.

— You are incompetent, do your job properly!

— I'm evaluating your arm and I'm clearly doing my job, now keep quiet and keep your mouth shut!

I was rude in the same way as him, I couldn't control my mouth and I ended up responding with the same rudeness with which he spoke to me. But instantly an intense cold ran through my body. My instinct told me that I had been wrong to talk to the patient that way, but it didn't matter. What was beautiful about the son of a bitch was also rude and arrogant. His physical appearance hardly mattered anymore, if a man is beautiful, but arrogant, he loses his charm.

I numbed the wound and removed the bullet. After making sure there was no internal bleeding, I sewed it up and prepared to talk to the rude patient. I discarded the gloves, making a sound in my throat, so that he would take his attention away from his cell phone and look directly at me. On the device, I thought I saw a photo of myself, but he locked the screen and looked at me, waiting for me to speak.

— I just stitched your arm and I advise you to stay in the hospital, under observation, for at least an hour, but if you prefer, I can release you now — I said politely, leaving the rudeness aside.

He didn't respond and the way he looked at me made me embarrassed. I decided I wouldn't wait for a response from him and turned my back to walk away. But, after taking a few steps, I felt my left wrist being grabbed and, scared, I turned my body to see who was holding me. It was the patient Arthur Drummond and I was surprised, after all, the hand that held my wrist securely was from the same arm that had been shot.

— I did not authorize your withdrawal — Arthur said, his voice dry and low.

— I don't need your authorization — I replied quickly, reflexively.

He gave me a scary look and I started to feel terrified, but, trying to be firm, I managed to say:

— You can go, you’re free!

His eyes narrowed and he gave a cruel smile as he spoke:

— Now you can go.

Taking long steps and with adrenaline circulating through my body, I left the emergency room and went to the locker room to get my belongings. I headed towards the parking lot and got into the car. Placing my bag on the passenger seat, I took the key and started the vehicle. The engine purred softly and I had the strangest feeling that I was being watched. I looked around the parking lot, but I didn't see anyone. I ignored the feeling, put my cell phone on the stand, opened the location that Giovana had sent me on the GPS and, finally, went to see my new apartment.

I parked the car and, still inside the vehicle, I looked at the building, it was huge. I didn't know if I had made a mistake or if I was in the right place. Checking the address and realizing that it was right there, I got out of the car and walked towards the street.

My new address.

On the 12th floor, got out of the elevator, and went to the apartment number. As I turned the handle I realized that the door was open. I thought it was strange, but I went in, looking for the switch, pressed the first button on the wall and some lights came on.

“Surprise!“

I was scared by Giovana and Noah's screams, but I soon recognized them and realized that in Noah's hands, there was a huge chocolate cake and in Gio's hands three cans of soda.

“Do you want to scare me to death?“

I threw my bag on the living room sofa and approached them. Noah was saying:

“It's your new corner Ariel, did you really think that the first time you walked through this door you would enter without any surprises?“

They showed me the apartment and we went to the kitchen to attack the cake. We ate and talked about my work and what happened earlier. I chose not to comment on the patient with the gunshot wound because, for me, it was unnecessary to talk about rude people. While we were talking, Giovana suggested a party at a nightclub so we could celebrate my new stage in life. But honestly? For me, parties were rewarding. The good old conversation between friends between tasty snacks, for me, was the best kind of party or celebration.

At 9 pm, Gio and Noah returned to their homes. I closed the apartment door, turned around and faced the living room. Finally, I was alone and I didn't even hear a noise, it was the peace I needed. I saw that the refrigerator had been stocked by Giovana's angel, I put the dirty dishes in the machine and went up the stairs to the bedroom.

Covered in duvets, the bed looked extremely comfortable. I approached and sat down, confirming my thoughts. I looked at my bags, but left it to unpack them the next day, after all, it would be my day off and if I started tidying the closet at that time, I wouldn't finish until the middle of the morning. I opened one of the suitcases and took out just the sweater. On the way to the bathroom, I got rid of my clothes and took a shower. Finally, I was ready to lie down on the very inviting bed in the apartment where I lived alone.

I turned off the lights in the room and lay down. I was overcome by tiredness and accumulated sleep.

Previous Chapter
Next Chapter