Desirable

Impressed

ZACH'S POV

I slamed the brakes hard and in one quick turn parked it in the yellow parking rectangle. I felt weak as I walked inside the Salazar community health centre. The waiting room was flooded with the sick and ailing patients. I walked to the receptionist, a dark, curly haired women in her late thirties sat at the desk in pink hospital uniform, her eyes tired and face annoyed, now clearly everyone didn't enjoy the work they did. Usually I never visit community health centres, they're just frustrating and depressing but if I would call a doctor home my mom would know there's something wrong with me and bombard me with lectures and she would change all my schedules and would become the food sheriff. Getting her worried isn't the brightest idea.

"Hello, I'm Zach Stark"
"So?" The nurse cocked an eyebrow at me "do ya have ya appointment?" She asked irritated, there were black bags below her tired eyes.

She said so? After hearing my name. Bitch I could buy you and this goddamn community centre!

"No!" I sneered.

"Ya will have to wait!" she said and handed me a file. I filled in the details neatly and rechecked the information before signing and handed it back.

"How long?" I asked.
"I don't know. As ya can see we have enough of these sick heads. Just wait for ya turn" she spoke in this mixed afro-australian accent.

Annoyed, I dragged my feet to the waiting room straight-backed metal chairs. There were patients with dull eyes and druping self, accompanied by a parent or someone, sick people and their loved ones. There was this 52 inch LED TV on the wall in front of me and it was tuned on to a cricket match. The Ashes, England vs Australia. After 20 minutes of watching Australia's disgusting skills and my anger boiling, my name was called out,
"Zachary Stark, examination room 4" the nurse announced and I cringed at the hideous name which was bestowed to me.

I got up and walked to the examination room, it was empty, a frustrated groan left my mouth. I'm not used to waiting, I mean I'm the Zach Stark, I wait for no one. I removed my hoodie and sat on the dull blue coloured hospital examination room bed. The room was white and boring with equipments placed in one corner and some more machines.

The door opened and a women stepped inside but she dropped my file so she bent down carefully in that tight grey dress and picked it up while I ogled her arse, that big round hourglass shaped butt made my insides flip and all I could think about was my hands on them, spanking them hard as she yelled my name so loud that the neighbours knew it. She turned and my eyes blinked as I marvelled at her beauty, the pale white skin glowed like winter snowflakes. Short, straight brunette coloured hair framed her heart shaped face and black thick framed glasses sat on her straight nose, covering those big blue eyes, they were tired yet conscious.

"Mr. Zachary Stark!" She called my name and as she spoke the full curve of her lips moved, making me drown in thoughts of taking her by the mouth.

"I like Zach" I corrected her.

"I don't think I care much Mr Stark" she rolled her eyes and read through my file.

Soon you will care honey! Very soon!
She kept biting her bottom lip, a habit which I particularly found disturbing.

"So you have been puking alot?" She asked when she was done.

"Yes"

"How many times in particular? Do you puke after you eat everything and anything?"

"Five times I guess and no I don't puke after everything"

"It's just dehydration. Keep yourself on electrolytes and don't consume milk products. I'm prescribing the meds take them from the pharmacy" she said confidently and signed through the papers. That's when I felt the bile rise till my throat and I covered my face with my hand but stop the vomit, I made a chocking noise. She looked me and ran over the side table to get a tray, she held it in front of my mouth and I expelled out the vomit while she stroked my back. I rinsed my mouth with water but my impulses had slowed down and I felt dizzy, even the light got heavy on my eyes.