HIS CLUMSY NURSE

Book 38

I lay beside him, my eyes fixed on his sleeping form.

He slept peacefully, I smiled,

just as I was about to drift off, Ryan started struggling to breath .

I shot up instantly.

Is he having a nightmare?

His breathing grew dangerously erratic , like there was no air

I moved closer, shifting onto my side.

"Sir Ryan..." I whispered.

He just moved into my body and I froze in shock.

"..please..." he whispered breathlessly, as he relaxed his forehead in the valley of my chest.

My robe loosened , and an electric sensation coursed through me as the edges of his face brushed against my cleavage.

A storm of emotions waved through me. Fear and something else, something  more scary, desire.

"Sir... Ryan, are you okay?" I managed to whisper , but my voice  was barely audible.

What do I do.

Suddenly , his phone rang.

Anna.

My heart dropped  and I fearfully moved back , moving away from him. But his breathing just got worse.

what do I do. What is happening.

I picked up his phone, should I tell her, if it's normal then she would have a solution.

But what am I doing in his room, I am not supposed to be here . She would surely get mad.

The phone rang again and a message popped up.

✉️ Baby, are you okay? Your aunt called me. I'm so worried—call me , I can't sleep.

was she expecting him to be awake at this hour? Does he not sleep well? Is he even okay.

Ryan gently moved into my arms again and this time ,  I didn't pull away , I couldn't.

I simply stayed there, close but not touching him.

I watched him rest his face against my chest , like he just wanted to hide, His warm breaths spreading through me. His intoxicating scent overwhelming me.

My breathing siezed completely. I took deep breaths , stilling myself.

Gradually his breathing steadied and Ryan left my body

I exhaled deeply, then I lay well on the bed. It took about 10mins to get my poor hormones under control.

He would probably not even remember anything. I thought as I watched him sleep.

Clara sleep.

I forced sleep but My phone buzzed in a short while , oh God!!

I picked it up and it was A message from Louisa.

✉️ Tell Sir Ryan to check his phone. It's urgent.

I checked the time , 5am?

I glanced at him and I couldn't even imagine waking him.

If it was truly important, she would have called, right?

Sighing, I placed my phone aside and closed my eyes.

                     SAMANTHA

"So?" I asked Louisa.

"Nothing. I already texted both Sir Ryan and Clara," she replied.

"Text? His patient is dying," I snapped.

"He doesn't like just anyone calling him," she muttered.

"We have less than an hour! This woman has been sedated since last night just to buy him time. Now he's with the health records—no one else can do anything!" I pressed.

"Maybe he's already on his way," Louisa tried to reason.

                        
                        CLARA

Why did I have to see that message?

Now, I couldn't sleep.

I turned toward Ryan, hesitating for a second before placing a hand on him. He stirred, his eyes finally fluttering open.

"Sir, you got an important text," I said softly.

He exhaled, reached for his phone, and checked the message. Instantly, his expression darkened.

"We have less than twenty minutes to get to the hospital... Someone is dying," he muttered.

"Oh my God!" I gasped. Without hesitation, we both scrambled out of bed.

Ryan grabbed his phone while I hastily threw on my shoes, slinging my bag across my shoulder in the rush.

he laughed and it made me smile.

Given everything I'd seen last night , his laughter made me happy.

What if everything they said about his childhood was true? What if he really went through all that trauma?

Wait.

I glanced down at myself.

Am I wearing a robe with sneakers? I look like Mickey Mouse.

"Come on," Ryan called, slipping on his slippers.

We ran out of the hotel, searching frantically for our car.

We dashed through the busy market, drawing amused stares and laughter from strangers.

No sign of our car.

We were doomed.

"God, what is my life turning into?" Ryan groaned. brushing his hair behind in frustration. "Ever since I met you Clara, my life became  a comedy. Look at me!"

"Me too!" I shot back. "Look at me Sir!"

"Look at what? You've always been mad. Just look at what you're wearing," he retorted.

"What?!" I exclaimed.

Then I spotted something.

"Sir! There's the free bus!" I shouted.

"No," he said, placing his hands on his waist.

I mirrored his stance, placing hands on my waist too.

A Nearby child rolled on the ground, laughing at us.

We were officially a public spectacle.

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