My Doctor, Lucifer

Meeting my hero

Beyoncé

Hace unos días me caí del cielo

Tú no ere' ella, pero te deseo

Quédate cerca de mí, ven, cúrame esta noche

Y aunque sea mentira, quiéreme esta noche

*A few days ago, I fell from heaven

You're not her, but I want you

Stay close to me, come, heal me tonight

And even if it's a lie, love me tonight*

I have my eyes closed as I am listening to this song that I happened to stumble upon a few days ago. I left YouTube on shuffle and it popped up on my screen. My mind has been replaying it ever since. I can't help but chuckle when I hear the first verse of the song, 'A few days ago, I fell from heaven'. I suppose he is trying to say that he is THE fallen angel? Lucifer? Or maybe someone broke his heart? Either way, I fancy more the Lucifer version. That's interesting, to say the least, because I don't fear anything as of now. Not even the damned devil. My whole teenage years I've been in and out of hospitals, doing tests on top of tests. I'm grateful that I was able to finish high school after all. Of course, I didn't go to prom because I'm not allowed. It's like I have this dark entity that can't be seen but it's hurting me more day by day...And I can't even feel it. That's what puzzles doctors and frightens my parents, that I can die without notice. I just think it's for the best that I don't present any symptoms, I don't get to live a long time on the dark side, I just die and that will be it. I just hope I can live long enough to make some of my dreams come true. I feel someone shake my arm slightly and I look up. My eyes meet my mom's sweet face, the expression on her face hiding all of the pain and fear she is feeling.

"Honey?" She asks and I take my earphones out. I give her a small smile.

"Yeah?"

"The doctor's here." She motions to my left. My parents were sitting to my right, although my mom decided to just sit next to me in the comfy chair they provided my room with. Apparently, I am a special case to this famous doctor my parents told me about. They said that he will do everything pro bono. I couldn't understand why. Why waste money on something that can't be fixed. A man clears his throat. I look in the direction of the sound and I feel my cheeks burning up.

A handsome man dressed in a white apron is standing close to my bed with a warm smile on his face. I can tell that his smile is genuine because no doctor ever smiled at me this way. My eyes travel down his body and even though he is lean, he must work out since he has wide shoulders and it looks like his biceps are about to pop out of the apron. He isn't bulky but rather a man that likes to keep a healthy and somewhat muscular physique. My eyes travel even more south and I can't believe that I am staring at his belt but in reality, I am admiring his crotch. Either the pants are two sizes smaller or God really blessed him. I quickly look up and I hope that he didn't catch that, but when I see that he still has that warm smile, I melt in a poodle. I wonder what it feels like to have him spank me with his belt. I quickly brush off that thought as I extend my right hand and greet him with my most sensual smile.

"It's an honor to meet you, Ms. Knowles." He says as he shakes my hand. Is it me or does his hand feel incredibly good? And why is my tummy feeling funny?

"Beyoncé. Call me Beyoncé."

"As you wish Beyoncé." He pronounced my name so carefully, trying to say it the right way. I feel my cheeks burning up.

"At least we can skip the formalities since we will be spending a lot of time together." His eyes widen and I correct myself immediately. "I mean, you will h-help me so you don't need to call me miss always. You will search inside of my brain so that's just like being naked in front of you." Oh dear God, I can't shut up. I close my eyes and I murmur something to myself but the doctor doesn't seem to be bothered.