Camren Imagines

Dr. Jauregui

Camila's POV

I was sitting in the waiting room of the doctors office, mindlessly flicking through some gossip magazine while I waited. Kardashian, Kardashian, Just Bieber, more Kardashian. Ok, I can't read this garbage anymore. I placed the magazine back down on the table next to me and decided to watch the cooking show that was playing quietly on the TV in front of me. I looked at my watch for about 50th time this morning. I was 30 minutes late going in! If this doctor didn't see me soon, I was going to flip. All my annoyance quickly dissolved though, when a beautiful woman in a doctors coat came into the waiting room and called my name. Oh god, she can not be my doctor. She looked like a god damn super model. She had long, wavy black hair. Pale white skin, which complimented her dark features perfectly. Her lips were painted red, and look so full and kissable. Last but not least, her eyes. They were hypnotising. A mix between green, blue and gold. She was simply stunning. "Camila Cabello." The doctor called again, looking around the room. "Oh yeah, that's me." I said awkwardly, standing up and making my way over to her. "Hi, I'm Dr. Jauregui. Right this way." She said, shaking my hand and leading me to her office. Her hands were so soft, I couldn't help but think of how they would feel touching the rest of my body. Dr. Jauregui lead me into her office and ushered me into the seat beside her desk. "So what seems to be the problem?" She asked me, getting my information up on her computer. "I injured myself playing soccer in the park a couple of days ago and the pain had just gotten worse." I told her trying to keep my focus on the task at hand and not just turn into a stuttering mess. "Ok, what happened and where is the pain?" She asked, as she turned in her swivel chair to give me her full attention. "I was running towards the goal and one of my friends tackled me a little bit too hard. I fell to the floor and I think I might have pulled a muscle in my thigh." I told her looking anywhere but in to her hypnotising eyes. "Ok so what I'm going to get you to do is hop up onto the examination table and I'll have a look at your leg ok?" She said standing up and walking over tot he examination table. "Yeah that's fine." I mumbled shyly as I sat on top of the table. Dr. Jauregui put a pair of rubber gloves on and stood in front of me. "Which leg did you injure?" She asked me looking me directly in the eye with her intense gaze. "Um, t-this one." I stuttered out awkwardly, pointing to my left leg. Her gaze was very intimidating. She placed her hands on my legs and although she was only touching my jeans, I still froze up under her touch. An incredibly gorgeous woman was touching my leg and I had lost all sense of how to act normally. "Is this where the pain is?" She asked me as her hands pressed down gently on my mid thigh. "Um, n-no I-it's a bit higher." I stuttered out again my voice taking on a higher pitch due to my nervousness. "Here?" She asked, squeezing my upper thigh and looking up at me through her long lashes. "What?" I breathed out, completely los in her eyes and not understanding anything that she just asked me. "I asked you if this is where the pain is?" She repeated, squeezing my leg gently again. "Uh huh." I breathed out, holding my breath as her hands continue to massage my thigh. "Well, I don't think you've torn the muscle, which is good." She told me taking her hands off my thigh and turning around to discard her gloves. I took the opportunity to finally realise the breath I had been holding in ever since she started touching my leg. "I think you have strained your Sartorius muscle." She told me as she walked back over to me and helped me down from the examination table. "You'll need to rest it for a couple of weeks. Keep your leg straightened out when you're sitting down and apply ice and heat packs to it regularly."

"So, it's not dangerous or anything?" I asked her worriedly, to which she just laughed. Her laugh was the greatest thing I had ever heard and I would do anything to hear it again. "No, it's not dangerous, just a bit painful. Ibuprofen can help with the swelling and pain and massages can help relieve some of the pain as well." She told me as she sat down and started typing something on her computer. "I can get Ibuprofen, a message I'm to sure about." I said trying to crack a joke which seemed to fail since she looked at me with curiosity. "Why can't you get a massage?" She asked me tilting her head to the side making my heart flutter at the adorable sight. "Well, I m-mean, I don't have a-a g-girlfriend, so..." I trailed off, scratching the back of my head awkwardly. "You don't need a girlfriend to get a massage." She told me cracking a smile which made my anxiety lessen a little bit. "You could get a friend to do it or you could pay a professional. Or you know I give a pretty great massage." She said causing my eyes to go wide. She didn't just say what I thought she did. My incredibly hot doctor did not just offer to message my muscle that is incredibly close to my centre. "W-what?" I choked out finally being able to formulate words. "I don't do it for al of my patients, just the cute shy ones." She said sending me a playful wink. "You think I'm cute?" I asked her in disbelief. "Of course I do. I'm surprised I've been able to act professional for as long as I have. You're so adorable with your constant blushing and your stuttering words. I find it very endearing." She admitted confidently. I couldn't form a response. I just stood there stunned. Is this actually happening right now? Or did I fall over on the way to the examination table and am now in a coma and this is all a dream. "Listen, I'm not actually allowed to date my patients. There is some law about it but there is not law about a professional giving an injured patient a massage. So here's my card and call me anytime. For your massage of course." She said sending me a wink once again before escorting me out the room. I think I'm in love with Dr. Jauregui.