The Doctor

1

Reese Gardener

"I'm pissed, Rory. So fucking pissed I could snap someone's neck in half!" I hissed, eyes blazing as I stared at the large brown stain on my white coat. My best friend's daughter just had to fuck up the only clean white coat I had left.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not blaming her. Her one year old self just can't seem to understand that she literally fucked up the only clean white coat I had left.

Don't judge me! I am a very busy woman and I do not have the time to wash my white coat every five fucking seconds.

"Calm down babe," Rory chuckled, rolling her eyes as she shooed her daughter into the living room where Doc McStuffins was playing on their fairly large TV. "I'll wash it before you go in for your shift."

"It's not going to take-" I looked at my watch, "-fifteen minutes to wash and dry it, Rory."

"Leave it to me, love."

Rory shuffled away, a smug grin playing on her smooth lips. That girl.

I entered the living room where Mila, Rory's daughter sat, her eyes fixed on the TV that had Mickey Mouse playing. Her eyes were narrowed down on the programme, a big ass smile playing on her pouty lips. She looked beautiful just sitting there, watching Mickey Mouse.

Her brown eyes that could easily be mistaken as hazel were glowing as she sprung up and down in her seat, excited and happy. Her short blonde curls bounced with her as she played with the buttons of her Barbie pj's.

"You don't mind if I watch with you, do you baby?" I asked in a soft tone, making her look at me and burying her face under my arm. She giggled, her smile slowly fading as she focused on Mickey Mouse asking the most dumbest questions.

We watched Mickey for the rest of the ten minutes and when Rory returned, my white coat looked as good as new. I thanked her a million times before plopping a kiss on Mila's cheek and hugging Rory.

"Go, go," she hurried. "We don't want you to be late again now, do we?"

With a smirk, she waved at me as I hurried out of her house and towards my Lexus LC. The drive to Harmony Fields hospital was torture. The traffic in San Francisco never ceases to annoy me.

I tried my best to make it to work before I was going to be officially late and when I got there, I had a few minutes to spare. Climbing out of my car, I grabbed my stethoscope from the backseat and sanitized it for good measure.

"Hi," a deep voice said from behind me and I turned to look at the source of the voice. A big bulky man stood before me, eyes blazing and dark. He wore this suit that screamed dangerous, barely hiding the tattoos that peaked through his sleaves and neckline. He had this large scar on his eyebrow, threading towards his ear in a half-moon shape.

With a small but noticeable smile, I forced myself to speak. "Hi, can I help you?"

"Dr. Gardener?" He asked, eyes looking around before he settled them back to me. "I'm gonna need you to come with me."

I laughed a humor-less laugh as I felt a shiver run down my spine. I had done absolutely nothing wrong. I'm a good girl. "What?"

Two other guys stepped up and stood behind Mr. Bulky. I tried stepping back but as I did, bumped into a wall. Or something that felt like a wall. I looked up and saw yet another guy that looked just as dangerous as the guy in front of me.