hair and matching brown eyes. His cheeks look naturally rosy against his fair complexion. Under his lab coat and scrubs, I can tell he’s fit. Maybe a runner. Lean but muscular.
"There she is," he sings. "The lady everyone is talking about."
I sigh. “That’s just great.”
He laughs and then walks in closer so he stands next to the bed. I can smell a hint of cedar in his aftershave and the fresh scent of dove soap. I can’t help but glance at his right hand. No ring. He’s probably gay. Sweet smile, kind of cute and a doctor? No way this guy isn’t taken. Not that I’m interested after my ex did a number on me, of course. But I can’t help but notice.
I groan and slump back in the bed. "When can I get out of here?”
"Just let me write you a prescription for antibiotics, and you're good to go."
"Antibiotics?"
"Human mouths carry a lot of bacteria and you're at increased risk for infection, so we give the antibiotics as a precaution." He scribbles on a pad and rips a sheet off and hands it to me. "See your doctor in a week to remove the stitches."
"Stitches?"
"That man you collided with has some big teeth. It took three stitches to seal you up. Did you want to keep the tooth? We saved it for you. Probably get a good sum on eBay for it." His lips curl into a mischievous smirk.
Do I understand this doctor correctly? Is he encouraging me to sell a professional boxer’s tooth on eBay?
"No. I'm good," I tell him. He must see the disgust in my face.
"You know, I'm a huge fan of Ben 'The Animal' Morrow. Mind if I keep the tooth?"
My jaw drops and Amy makes a face. She and I are on the same page. This doctor's a freak. "Whatever floats your boat, doctor."
His smile widens as he turns on his heel and exits the room. The nurse comes in minutes later and unhooks me from the IV, giggling the whole time. The fact that she’s laughing at me and my life makes me want to bury myself in a deep hole. Amy turns on the television while I get dressed in the bathroom. I'm on channel 7 when I walk out. All I can do is shake my head. My life is utterly pathetic and it somehow manages to worsen on a daily basis. Who the hell did I piss off in a previous life?
"Turn it off, please," I moan.
She raises the remote and presses a button. "Well, at least they don't have your name. They have a picture, but your face was covered in blood so it's not a particularly good picture. Definitely not one that will help them identify you."
"Things just keep getting better and better." I head for the door and Amy sidesteps in front of me. I am cautiously curious.
She slaps her hands together and takes a breath. “So…Jason’s here.”
I close my eyes and lean my head back. Hearing his name makes the stabbing pain in my heart return at full force. “How does he even know where I am?”
She raises her hands in the air in a mock surrender. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t call him.”
“Shit.”
“You want me to tell him to piss off?”
“No. It’s fine. I’ll have to talk to him sooner or later.”
“Or never.”
“He works with my father. Fat chance of that ever happening.”
Soon after she leaves, there’s a knock on the door. I’m laying back in bed when the door slowly creaks open and Jason creeps inside. Guilt is written over his beaten face. My first instinct is to make him feel better, but I quickly remember what he did to me—to us.
“How are you?” he asks.
“Fine.” My voice is monotone. I have no idea what he wants and I pray he didn’t come here to break me all over again.
He sits on the edge of the bed and I meet his big, brown eyes. His blond hair is tousled, like he’s slept on it and hasn’t bothered to brush it. His clothes are wrinkled too. Did he stay here all night?
He casually points to my hair. “Red, huh?”
“I needed a change.”
“Huh. It’s definitely a change. Not sure if it’s for the better.” He narrows his eyes as he takes it in from roots
"There she is," he sings. "The lady everyone is talking about."
I sigh. “That’s just great.”
He laughs and then walks in closer so he stands next to the bed. I can smell a hint of cedar in his aftershave and the fresh scent of dove soap. I can’t help but glance at his right hand. No ring. He’s probably gay. Sweet smile, kind of cute and a doctor? No way this guy isn’t taken. Not that I’m interested after my ex did a number on me, of course. But I can’t help but notice.
I groan and slump back in the bed. "When can I get out of here?”
"Just let me write you a prescription for antibiotics, and you're good to go."
"Antibiotics?"
"Human mouths carry a lot of bacteria and you're at increased risk for infection, so we give the antibiotics as a precaution." He scribbles on a pad and rips a sheet off and hands it to me. "See your doctor in a week to remove the stitches."
"Stitches?"
"That man you collided with has some big teeth. It took three stitches to seal you up. Did you want to keep the tooth? We saved it for you. Probably get a good sum on eBay for it." His lips curl into a mischievous smirk.
Do I understand this doctor correctly? Is he encouraging me to sell a professional boxer’s tooth on eBay?
"No. I'm good," I tell him. He must see the disgust in my face.
"You know, I'm a huge fan of Ben 'The Animal' Morrow. Mind if I keep the tooth?"
My jaw drops and Amy makes a face. She and I are on the same page. This doctor's a freak. "Whatever floats your boat, doctor."
His smile widens as he turns on his heel and exits the room. The nurse comes in minutes later and unhooks me from the IV, giggling the whole time. The fact that she’s laughing at me and my life makes me want to bury myself in a deep hole. Amy turns on the television while I get dressed in the bathroom. I'm on channel 7 when I walk out. All I can do is shake my head. My life is utterly pathetic and it somehow manages to worsen on a daily basis. Who the hell did I piss off in a previous life?
"Turn it off, please," I moan.
She raises the remote and presses a button. "Well, at least they don't have your name. They have a picture, but your face was covered in blood so it's not a particularly good picture. Definitely not one that will help them identify you."
"Things just keep getting better and better." I head for the door and Amy sidesteps in front of me. I am cautiously curious.
She slaps her hands together and takes a breath. “So…Jason’s here.”
I close my eyes and lean my head back. Hearing his name makes the stabbing pain in my heart return at full force. “How does he even know where I am?”
She raises her hands in the air in a mock surrender. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t call him.”
“Shit.”
“You want me to tell him to piss off?”
“No. It’s fine. I’ll have to talk to him sooner or later.”
“Or never.”
“He works with my father. Fat chance of that ever happening.”
Soon after she leaves, there’s a knock on the door. I’m laying back in bed when the door slowly creaks open and Jason creeps inside. Guilt is written over his beaten face. My first instinct is to make him feel better, but I quickly remember what he did to me—to us.
“How are you?” he asks.
“Fine.” My voice is monotone. I have no idea what he wants and I pray he didn’t come here to break me all over again.
He sits on the edge of the bed and I meet his big, brown eyes. His blond hair is tousled, like he’s slept on it and hasn’t bothered to brush it. His clothes are wrinkled too. Did he stay here all night?
He casually points to my hair. “Red, huh?”
“I needed a change.”
“Huh. It’s definitely a change. Not sure if it’s for the better.” He narrows his eyes as he takes it in from roots
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