Mr. Doctor

Mr. Doctor - chapter 3

Three

Adam

Smart my ass what was she thinking bringing a dog into the hospital if she cared about her carrier least bit, she would know better than to brake rules.

She has all my little patients under her spell. Every fu**** ward I have visited on my rounds every kid I met does not fail to mention her and the way their eyes light up, incredible. She is like an angel smoothening their pain through her love. And something about her draws me to her. Like a moth drawn to a flame.

I still have her hazel eyes, her dark curls that partly fall on her milky white face, her perfect lips, that would surely feel even more perfect and her soothing smile, her reaction to my touch that slight shiver of her body as my fingers touched hers embedded in my brain. Man, she is a bloody rule braker I tell myself. Someone I need to keep the hell away from. I need her out of my system,

I need a distraction.

So, I burry myself in work.
The next few days I avoided going on rounds at timings I know she would be there and I don't want to have to interact with her. I am trying, but I still can't bring myself to look away when I find her in corridor or at the cafeteria talking with that pretty mouth of hers, those eyes the way they close momentarily when she throws her head back and laughs on something the other person says, the way she worries her lower lip every time she is nervous especially around me or like now when the giggles and cheering of my little patients drew me to the general kids care ward and even before I see her, I know that the reason behind the little happy sounds emerging from this wing of the dead silent hospital is because of her. My little angel miss Eve. Wait "my little angel?" what has gotten in me?

As I stand leaning at the door looking at all the little once gathered around her giggling and clapping as they play some game, she sits giving them undivided attention being their reason of joy while they forget their pain even if it's for a little while. Looking at her I have the strangest feeling creeping inside me a feeling that wants me to be the person on the receiving end of her smile, her talk and her carefree laugh. I quickly dismiss the thought.

From my observation the game that they are playing has a bord with an arrow at the centre on which different activities are written, I assume and the person spinning must do whatever the arrow points at and to my luck its miss Eve's turn to spin the arrow. From where I stand it's difficult to read what's written but the exciting squeaks form the kids surrounding her has me intrigued.

"Dance Miss Eve dance" they all call out clapping there hands.

I can see Eve's cheeks turning the lightest shade of red.

"No, that's activity is scored out for you'll" she says.

"Yes, but you can dance please" their pleas fill the room.

"I can't dance alone now can I" she tries to stall them.

"Dr. Adam!" Ann calls out turning everyone's head towards me. Followed by all kids greeting me in unison.
Shit. Right when I was enjoying the site playing before me, I am spotted not that I was hiding but it would have been nice to see what Eve would have done and hell I would have loved to watch her dance. Because I know she could not say no to these little monsters.

"Good day" I greet them back.

"Looks like you'll are having a lot of fun"

"Yes..." they eco

"We are playing a game with Ms. Eve. It was her turn to spin the arrow and now she has to dance" says Sara

I glance at now very red Eve, she smiles and quickly picks up the game bord clearing the space.

"Dr. Adam please tell Miss Eve to dance" says Bryan.

"I told you'll..." Eve tries to protest but is cut off.

"Yes, but Dr. Adam is here so you don't have to dance alone"

Now that caught me off guard, I hear Eve chuckle beside me when I look at her it does not seem like she herself is a fan of their idea.

"Well, but then we don't have any song playing and we cant dance without a song right?" she reluctantly looks up at me.

"Right, see not going to happen" I add.

"We can sing" Ann says.

"Yes, we can sing" everyone joins her
Something is surely gotten into these kids today.

"It's all you're doing" I say to Eve in a low wispier if she had not been so lenient with the kids they would know not to push. Though a part of me wants to see what she would do. Will she agree to dance with me? What scares me is the urge I am having to dance with her even if it's for play I want to touch her to hold her and inhale her scent that smells like her fresh and bright like sun.

I hold her hazel eyes as I offer my hand. She reluctantly places her little supple one and the kids start to sing a song I am not familiar with. Eve seems to know as I hear her humming along with them but soon all voices fade in the background. I am hyper aware of her hand pressed against my wildly beating heart as my very own one rest on the curve of her waist. and suddenly all I can see is her, all I can feel is her and all I want to do is to pull her closer, hold her tighter and prolong the strange sense of calmness she fills me with but I know better.

We start moving to the offbeat singing.
Her body is stiff under my touch her reaction evident her fast breathing and her heavy beating pulse give her away. Avoiding eye contact she looks at the happy faces that surround us. That provides me with a great opportunity to study her, her eyes her nose those lips. I want to memories them and that smile. I wonder how she is holding on to that smile putting up a show for them. When she is shaking in my hand.

"Relax" I breath into her ear. Inches away from her tempting smooth skin and even more tempting little round mole at the base of her neck, a soft sport between her neck and shoulder that has me staring, making my pulse rise to the thought of leaving my own little mark right next to it. Tempting me to touch it and do things. Rule braking things and it has me cursing under my breath.