"Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans." ― Allen Saunders
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When a stubborn and hardworking nurse meets a rich, spoiled and most of all flirty man Alora did not expect her life to be flipped upside down.
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A/N: TW: sexual harassment
Treasa highly anticipated the visit of a special patient she had been dreading to see for the past weeks.
When she personally released Neoma from the hospital, she made sure to write down that the cast had to be taken off in the hospital for surgical reasons. Which is bullshit and Treasa knew it, she just wanted to see her all well and finally able to look past the "this is a patient and that's why I can't flirt nor ask for her number" -thing.
Luckily the day had come after an awfully long waiting time and she inhaled deeply as she entered the small room. Treasa's face lit up when she saw Neoma sitting on the chair patiently. The author looked her way and smiled, her eyes beaming just as much. "I can't wait to get this cast off! It's the most annoying thing ever."
Treasa nodded and promptly began fetching everything so she could start removing the cast right away.
After quite some struggle Treasa was almost done and looked into Neoma's eyes, brushing away some rag pieces on her arm. "I gotta say – you've done a great job; the healing comes along very nicely."
Her opposite chuckled. "I'm an introverted author, do I look like I move a lot?"
Treasa bit her lip as she shrugged, cutting off the last pieces and then putting the tray away. "Who knows? Maybe you go out and see people..."
Neoma had to cover her mouth with her right hand as she let out a dulcet giggle. "I don't go out to meet people...I have met someone already." The surgeon locked eyes with her and both blushed subtly before Treasa licked her lips. "So, how's your story going? Wrote some pages? I guess thank God for speech to text."
Chuckling Neoma touched her left arm's skin she hadn't seen in weeks. "You still remember my words from a week ago?"
"Of course...do you now know what gave you this nasty writer's block last time, or is it still going?" Treasa threw her a charming smile; Neoma mimicked her expression. "It's still hard...but we're getting there. I was in a blockage because I'm lacking...something like a muse."
There was a pause and Neoma took the cue that they were done taking the cast off, so she got up and was on her way to the door when Treasa inhaled. "So...theoretically...if you promise me you won't come back anytime soon...could I have your number?"
A small grin crept up Neoma's lips, pulling out her phone. "I'd love to...but maybe, just so I really don't have to come back, you could give me domiciliary visits."
"Did you just invite me over?" Treasa raised her brows playfully and the blonde woman blushed subtly. "As a doctor."
Fishing out her business card Treasa wrote her private phone number on the back and gave it over to Neoma who smiled meekly. "I feel like...I might be struggling with my arm on Wednesday evening. Would you be able to make it?"
