Doctor Wagner was a physician who didn't care. He simply liked the idea of the status, the compliments that he helps people. He didn't have the slightest idea what else to be, going to med school seemed like an alright option, considering he had been an all A student in college. It was simply fun, he didn't give a damn about what others might find depressing. He really didn't care at all.
Until the day he walked into the room that was holding a woman who had survived a car accident. The kind where the car rolls, and rolls, and falls down a steep ditch. Jennie was put into a neck-brace, she couldn't move her head; it was frustrating, she wanted to see who had walked in. Of course it would have been a doctor, but she wanted to know if he was hot. Because, before the accident, not even a week ago, she had been at the dentist. She'd had a medical fetish since she was old enough to know. Transfixed on the idea of role playing, until it became so much that she actually enticed anyone who was a professional.
The dentist used the suction device, and each time it would build her arousal, an oral thing, something that she could use to allude to sucking a different instrument. Her eyes flirted, she kept her mouth closed a little too long, despite the risk and discomfort. It was all she could do to arouse him in return. But nothing turned her on more than a real doctor. The one who finally stepped into her view at the foot of the bed. He was hot indeed.
Wagner's chest clenched and he had to take a deep breath in at the sight of her as he stopped at the foot of the bed, covering it up as him just being exasperated. He wasn't a pleasant man to begin with, so it wasn't far from what he was like. But what he felt upon seeing her in that brace, it was such an arousing sight that he had to take a split second to compose himself. He'd yet to have the chance of seeing someone in such a state. Something about it was exciting, knowing that she was in need, that she couldn't move to look at him, that the cover was something he wanted to remove just to see what was underneath. He didn't know what it was, and it was a shock even to him.
He glanced at the clipboard in his hand and opened his mouth, holding his breath for a moment before speaking, "Miss Alexander. You did fracture your neck. You're very lucky the spinal cord wasn't harmed. Fortunately you don't need surgery, but you'll need to be monitored for two weeks, then you can make the choice to recover at home. It'll take at least a month to heal."
As he spoke he couldn't stop staring at the neck-brace, not her eyes. It felt too personal, he had always felt that way, but the distraction was overwhelming to an unnatural point. He cleared his throat and risked looking into her eyes for any kind of response. She on the other hand was tempted to squirm, she bit her lip and realized she couldn't nod in acknowledgment, but that wasn't important, not when all she wanted was for him to touch her. "I think I'll stay here," she croaked out, though she wanted it to sound sultry.
He stood there in confusion at what he was experiencing, a little surprised at the lip bite and the hint of seduction in her voice. Though it sounded rough, he sensed it. But he kept his stand-offish composure, his face neutral. Then after a second he gave a curt nod, "Alright, Miss Alexander. Is here anything you need?"
She didn't want him to leave, wanted him closer, "I would like some water, please."
Wagner glanced down to the brace again with another nod, "Alright, one moment." He took his gaze away and walked from the room. He didn't care, he told himself; he really didn't care. He could have told the nurse to bring the water but he wanted to see her again. Didn't want to leave her bedside. Never had he been attracted to a patient, at least not for this kind of reason. It was beyond him. So when he walked slowly back through the door he took his time with small steps, knowing she couldn't look at him, and his heart began to beat hard. One strong beat after the other, along with his quiet steps. There was something thrilling about the fact that she couldn't look at him, not until he allowed her to see him. He liked the idea of refusing to show himself.
