Sinful Pleasure. A Henry Cavill Story

7 The Good Doctor

I never considered myself thin as my 'thick bones' evidently held enough chub on them to prevent me from being the ideal weight for my height, not that I was overweight or anything but I was curvier; especially in the hips... Henry's definitely realized this fact by now. These insecurities were dancing at the back of my mind at the moment yet I never felt so light in my life all because I was in the arms of this strong man. I did not realize how I was holding my breath. Henry walked smoothly towards the parking lot close by where we came to his sleek car.

"Are you sure you can stand?" He looked at me and in the dead of night his eyes still sparkled with a fire I recognized from the audition, the fire that scared me, controlled me, the fire I yearned for.

"He only cut my arm last time I checked, though at this particular moment I am not certain of anything," I mumbled as he stared into my soul, soon his mouth twisted into a knowing smile. He gently lowered me, eyes still on me, I looked away because I was sure to combust from that stare. No wonder they cast him as Superman, he appears to be very fitting for the role if I do say so myself. Henry opened the door to his car for me.

"I'm going to get blood all over your car, I really shouldn't," I said to him as I witnessed the expensive interior.

"Get in before you lose consciousness from the loss of blood you silly girl!" his voice was firm, demanding, and I instantly found myself following his command. 

We drove for a bit, my arm was beginning to feel numb. Henry drove as fast as my mind was racing. All I could think about was that my purse was gone, with it my money, my passport, my phone, and the key to Michelle's apartment. With these thoughts I began to feel queasy, light headed surely from the loss of blood as well. Henry parked the car and got out to help me from the car, I didn't take his hand as I was still holding my wound and bleeding everywhere, fuck my life.

"Where are you taking me?" I say as I realize we are not at any hospital but at a nice London house.

"My friend is a doctor, has his own practice, he will help and it will be much quicker than at the hospital believe me!" He said and rang the door bell. The door quickly opened to reveal a man about Henry's age, attractive and blonde. He smiled at Henry and then his eyes landed on me,

"Henry, what's happened?" he said quickly letting us both in, Henry let me in first and I took in the warm interior of the place.

"An asshole assaulted this poor girl in front of me, cut her arm," Henry answered.

"Come in," his friend lead us to his kitchen area, Henry sat down at the table I awkwardly stood by the nice kitchen island. The house was beautiful and I felt out of place, a dirty mess with all the blood. 

"My name is Dr. Emett but call me Dwight, what is your name," he smiled at me warmly. Usually I hate doctors but perhaps it was because we were not at the hospital and he was not in a white coat, I felt at ease right away. I noticed Henry looking at us from the table intently.

"Maria," my voice came out quieter than intended, reason why everyone tends to label me as a shy person. 

"Lets take a look at your wound," he came over to my left and for the first time I let go of my arm, my right hand bloody and the long sleeve white blouse I had been wearing torn and no longer just white. What a mess. 

"Hmmm you will have to take your top off for me," Dwight walked to his kitchen cabinet and took out a large first aid kit. I looked up for a brief moment pondering his words, my eyes caught Henry's this time he looked away first as if to say 'I am not looking'.  

"Let me help you up onto the island, it will be easier for me to see the wound if I need to stitch it up, ok?" Dwight came over and his arms found my waist, swiftly I jumped up a little steadying myself with my good right hand and he easily helped me onto the island. I looked up and met Dwight face to face, feeling tall enough for the first time. 

"Comfortable?" Dwight smiled at me a charming smile and I nodded to assure him. He walked over to his kit and took out a syringe and everything else, I took it as my cue to take my blouse off. Slowly I unbuttoned it and sat there, just for a second my eyes found Henry who seemed stressed as he ran his hand through his hair. Dwight came over and looked down at me, 

"I'm just going to pull the sleeve down and off ok," his voice was even gentler than before and I found myself helping him by taking my bloody right hand and slowly inching my blouse off the left shoulder. Soon half of me was exposed, luckily I wore a nice bra today, white lace that miraculously didn't catch any blood on it (I cannot afford food let alone bras now). Dwight let out a little cough and took his time cleaning my wound which was still gushing blood. I took a glimpse of Henry over Dwight's shoulder, he looked positively angry and stressed (wonder why), every now and then he looked up to see Dwight's progress. I tried to keep my mind off the fact that I was half naked and bleeding in front of these two men whom I barely know. My arm was killing me but Dwight's gentle hands did their best. 

"I will have to stitch it up," his eyes found mine and I nodded again to let him know all is well.

"I hope you two will report this as soon as we are done here," Dwight injected me with something to numb the pain and began to stitch me up expertly, I watched him, his stitches impressive. 

"Of course, I will take Maria to the nearest station right away, bastard stole her purse too," Henry huffed, his voice rigid and I felt anxious all over again.

"Only my passport, money, phone, life was in there, nothing to worry about," I say attempting to make a joke. Dwight chuckled slightly, 

"Passport?" he questioned.

"I was going to leave to go back home to Russia, I only planned on staying a short while so I never ended up taking my passport out of my purse... maybe this was universes way of telling me no you must stay and witness Dwight's expert stitches," I joke again.

"Well thank you for the compliment love," Dwight laughs and smiles at me, "I sure am happy to meet an optimist like you, not many of my patience usually have the chance to relax and even joke," Dwight finished off the seam with a knot and wiped the wound again. 

"Perhaps when you are used to expecting the worst nothing tends to scare you anymore," I say. Dwight looks up and smiles knowingly, like he could see right through me. At that moment I could see Henry get up from the corner of my eye.

"Thank you, I do not know how to repay you!" I say, turning red for sure as Dwight continues to smile at me his charming smile, eyes warm.

"Love, you do not owe me anything, I was happy I could help, glad that it was not more serious. I hope to see you in a week to take the stitches out ok, try not to get it wet!" 

"Of course, really though, thank you!" I say again.

"Let me find you a spare shirt!" Dwight runs out of the room and up the stares, leaving me and Henry face to face, me still half naked, flush in the face, and only partially bloody.

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If you are curious about what this story was like from Henry's perspective then here you are;

His Sinful Pleasure:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/258924241-his-sinful-pleasure-a-henry-cavill-story