Forced To Love You

This Will Be Over Soon

The inside of the mansion was just as exquisite as the outside was. The foyer was a large room as we entered the front doors. A small fountain, compared to the one outside, sat in the center. On either side of the fountain were a set of staircases that led to two separate hallways. A crystal chandelier hung far from the high ceiling.

A woman in a traditional maid's outfit stood at the bottom of one of the staircases and knelt when Christian walked past her. She looked young.

Christian headed down the hallway on the first floor and I realized it was a small hospital area. Clearly, injuries happened often enough that a doctor was on call and available whenever he wanted or needed. It seemed ridiculous to me but I needed a doctor at the moment so I let it slide.

He walked into a room with a chair that looked more like a recliner than a chair for patients to use. He set me down before he left to find the doctor. I glanced around the room with the little time I had to myself. It was a small room with a desk and chair in the corner. Various clipboards were strewn on the desk, waiting for reports or information to be clipped on them. There weren't any medical tools or 'weapons' that I could use to defend myself.

I felt like a sitting duck, waiting to be killed at any moment. I couldn't put any pressure on my right leg without feeling a sharp pain from what I assumed to be a broken ankle. So running away wasn't an option. I just had to wait for Christian to bring the doctor back... and then what? In my entire life, I never needed to come up with a life-saving plan. I'd never been in a life-or-death situation.

I didn't know what to expect.

Christian walked back into the room and left the door open. He stood just inside the door and folded his hands behind his back.

My eyes moved to the door and I secretly wished I was capable of walking so I could get the hell out of there.

Feeling someone watching me, I shifted my eyes from the door to Christian and found him watching me. I was sure he was making a mental note to keep an eye on me having seen me staring at the door like I was about to bolt at any minute.

I started to cross my arms over my chest but noticed the blood that had stained my skin. I laid my hands in my lap as they started to shake. Normally, blood didn't bother me much unless there was a lot of it. But seeing it on me, knowing it was mine, made my stomach roll.

A tall man walked into the room with a white coat over his dress clothes. He had green eyes similar to Christian but his lips were thin. He had a clipboard in his hands with a pen in the breast pocket of his coat at the ready for when he needed to take notes.

He smiled at me as he walked to stand in front of me. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Banks. I'm Doctor Felix Dawson."

My eyes moved from the doctor to Christian, putting together that they must have been related in some way.

The doctor ignored this and grabbed the pen from his breast pocket. "How would you say your pain is on a scale from 1-10 with 10 being the worst?"

I looked down at my ankle. "5. It only hurts when I move it or put pressure on it."

He nodded and wrote something down. "And how did you injure yourself, Ms. Banks."

"You can just call me Blair."

He looked up at me, waiting on a response to his question.

I sighed. "I was in a car accident."

"Do you remember how it happened?" He put the clipboard in his armpit and pulled a small flashlight from his pocket. He turned it on with a click and shined it directly into my eyes, causing me to narrow them.

"I was trying to avoid hitting something and I lost control of my car."

"Do you remember what it was you were trying to avoid?"

"A wolf."

His eyes narrowed slightly and I wouldn't have noticed had he not been so close to me. He paused asking questions and lifted the stethoscope from around his neck and placed the round, metal part above my left breast. "Deep breath in."

I took a breath and let it out through my nose.

"Again."

I did so and found myself looking at Christian. It unnerved me at how intensely he watched me. I clearly wasn't going anywhere and I certainly didn't need a bodyguard.

The doctor walked over to the desk and placed the clipboard on top of the rest of them. He opened a cabinet above the desk and pulled out two blue latex gloves. He slid them on both of his hands and pushed the stool over to my chair.

He sat down and gently grabbed my chin with his fingers, pulling my face toward him. He inspected the cuts on my face before he turned his head in Christian's direction. "Have one of the nurses bring a tray with glass-removing tools."

Christian didn't argue before he left the room.

I looked at the doctor and swallowed before I spoke. "What is this place?"

His left brow pitched upward. "I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to answer any of your questions. I'll leave that to my son."

"Christian's your son?"

He nodded. "He chose to go into the family business rather than study to become a doctor."

"Wait, so being a doctor isn't the family business?"

Before he could answer me or tell me he couldn't tell me anything more, Christian walked in behind a small woman in blue scrubs. Her dark hair was braided down her back. She wheeled a cart of various tools and equipment in front of her.

The doctor move my seat back so I was laying flat on my back. He pulled an overhead light towards the two of us and I felt like I was about to get my teeth drilled out of my skull. "This will be over soon."

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It's a little strange that Christian's own dad won't tell Blair what's going on, don't you think? When she learns the truth, how do you think she'll take it?