It was inevitable; I didn't know how it happens. Well I know it but how could it be possible? One minute I was searching for an ice cream truck in the park and BAM! I fell down, face first. A kid has run past me accidently kicking my leg and knocking me down. I thought I was okay, but clearly I'm not. Because I'm here sitting on the hospital bed waiting for a doctor to check my leg.
"Ms. Holden?" a nurse popped into my room or booth or whatever it's called because the only thing that separates me from the other patients was curtains.
"The doctor will be here soon to check your leg." The tall and lanky nurse said before dashing out of my room. I wonder how the doctor would be. I love Grey's Anatomy and the doctors in Grey's Anatomy were all good looking. I would love to have Jackson Avery as a doctor. He's just freaking handsome, I'm happy that he's with April Kepner now, even though they have a lot of problems. In the midst of wondering about Grey's Anatomy a man walked into my room or whatever it is. A handsome one might I add. The first thing that I noticed about him was his eyes, his electric blue eyes. Brown chestnut hair, electric blue eyes, strong jaw lines, tall, and obviously a doctor considering his white coat. Definitely better than Jackson Avery and every guy in Grey's Anatomy. The name tag on his left breast pocket reads 'Dr. Jacobson'.
"Ms. Keira Holden?" the handsome doctor asked me. Gosh, his husky voice makes him more attractive. I snapped out of my daze and nodded to confirm my identity.
"Can you tell me what happen?"
"I fell face first at the park." I mumbled to him. I was embarrassed, who fell at the park and got admitted in the hospital?! He moved closer to examine my leg, when he touched my left ankle I winced a bit.
"You got a sprain." He moved closer to me and began to observe my face. He raised his right hand to cup my face.
"May I?" he asked my permission, I nodded at him as an answer. He was standing so close to me, he smelt like disinfectant but I could smell a hint of soap. And his electric blue eyes, if you look closer you could see a speck of gray in them.
"Scrapes here and there, your forehead looks a bit bad though, there's a bruise and a pretty big wound. Your knee got wounded too, I'll be back soon." He released his hand from my cheek and charged off. I didn't even realize that my knee got wounded. He came back with bandages and creams. He cleaned my forehead wound first before putting a band aid on top of the wound. He did the same thing to my cheeks and knees. He also applied some bruising cream in my bruised forehead. He wrapped my sprained ankle with an elastic bandage.
"Don't let the bandage get wet, cover them with plastic when you shower. Come back in a week so that I could check them again. For the week don't put too much pressure on the leg. That means no walking , do you have anybody to pick you up?" I shook my head, I just moved here a week ago and I haven't even started my new job yet. It starts next month, I moved here earlier to adapt myself. All my relatives were in New York, where I am in Nevada. My parents were buried six feet underneath so they're out of question and I'm the only child.
"I just moved here, I'll call a cab." He looked at his wrist where his watch was strapped to,
"My shift finishes in 7 minutes, I'll drive you home." He stated, I shook my head again not wanting to be a burden for him.
"I'll take a cab." I said again.
"I'll drive you home; I'm going to pack my things. I'll send a nurse." He didn't give me a chance to deny him because he has run out of the room before I could even open my mouth.
A few minutes later a nurse came and helped me up into a wheelchair. I finished all the administrations before she wheeled me to the parking lot, where Dr. Jacobson was standing in front of a black Audi that I assumed was his.
"Where's your house?" he asked me while driving out of the hospital.
"Riverside Apartment." I got to admit that it's indeed a luxurious apartment. My parents were well off and have several properties across the world that's all inherited to me, and the apartment is one of them .They left me a good amount of inheritance too, enough for me to last for a lifetime if I didn't want to work. But I do, I am a dance instructor.
"I live there too." He piped up.
"Really? What a coincidence" I laughed
"I think its fate." He winked at me and once again I laughed.
"What's your name?" I asked out of a sudden, I just knew his surname.
"Blake."
"I'm Keira"
"I know" he said
"From your profile." He added when he saw my curious face.
"Aren't you too young to be a doctor?" I blurted out, he just looks so young.
"I'm 26, graduated university at 23 and high school at 16."
"You're a star student aren't you?" he laughed, like a real one. He looked so carefree when he laughed like a kid. He threw his head back and laughs really loud.
"I think I am" he said after he composed himself.
He helped me settle into my apartment. He even cooked me dinner and helped me to bed. He forced me to drink my meds even though I still want to read a book.
"I'll lock your door, just go to sleep Keira." He said after seeing me yawn.
"Thanks so much Dr. Jacobson." I yawned again.
"Blake, call me Blake, Keira." I heard him say before I drifted to sleep.
I've never had a dreamless sleep after I moved here but yesterday was exception, I slept like a baby. I wobbled to the kitchen, careful not to put pressure on my sprained ankle. I was going to grab a glass of water when I noticed a note taped to my refrigerator's door.
I really like you Kiera
Will you go on a date with me? ;)
Call me xxxxxxxxxxxx
Xoxo, Blake
PS. You look cute when you sleep.
I giggled; he seems sweet and funny. Maybe we'll work out. I hope it will because I like him too.
