What the heart never forgets (On hold )

Chapter 2 - What the heart never forgets

Chapter 2

                  Sasha’s POV

Peter disappears out the door and I feel alone and distress about being back in the hospital with no one to give me support. I guess Emma felt that I tensed because she came over to my bed and held my hand in hers. She winked to me and said: “Don’t you think Dr. Robertson is a fine male? If I had not been happily married to my Bob I would have pursued him for my self!”

I glance over to Dr. Robertson and let my eyes travel from his shoes and upward. Oh, Emma was right he was indeed a nice man. A bit longer than average, well fitted too, his doctor coat was hanging open over a pair of washed out jeans and a tight white t-shirt showing of his defined muscles. Looked like he was a little older than Peter that is 26 years of age, but not much. A tassel of warm brown hair framed his handsome face. When I met his eyes I felt like hiding beneath the covers deep in the bed. His eyes are smirking and he lifts an eyebrow at me, but otherwise his face is neutral. I had been caught dead on checking him out. Emma chuckles and Dr. Robertson extends his hand for me to shake, “Nice to meet you Miss Harrington, my name is Christian Robertson and I’ll be taking your blood pressure and do a simple exam off you.”

His hand feels warm and nice in mine that almost disappears in his big one. “We’ve gotten back the results on the blood tests that was taken when you were brought in to us and they all look good. So how are you feeling?” He asks me and flashes me a crocked smile. Oh, please let the bed swallow me now, how am I suppose to answer this Don Juan and still sound casual. I gulp and try to look normal “I’m doing okay I guess” I manage to get out.

“So no pain any where?” he continues to ask and his expression turns to pure professional.

“I’m tiered and have a headache?” it got more out as a question than an answer to his question.

“If you had the grade you headache from 1 to 10 on a scale where 10 is most pain, what number will you give your headache?” He continues,

“I assume it would be number 4 or 5, it’s not to bad” I answer him.

“Okay then, let me listen to your lungs, can you please sit on the side of the bed so I can get access to your back?”

I do as he tells me and turn so I sit sideways on the bed with my back to him; Emma is in front of me and gives me a reassuring smile. “If you feel dizzy, please let me know so I can help you lay down, but I’ll be right here so don’t worry” She tells me and take holds of my hands.

I feel Dr. Robertson fiddling with the knot on top of my hospital gown and his warm hands brush it towards my shoulders when the knot is open.

                  Dr. Robertson’s POV

She has so soft skin. The left side of her neck is exposed to me since her hair was moved over her right shoulder so I could undo the top of her gown. It begged me to kiss it. Wondering what it would feel like to brush my lips along her neck and make her shudder in pleasure. I felt it stir in my body. Shaking my head clear of such thoughts and trying to consentrate on my task in hand, scolding myself because I’m at work.

When I removed the hospital gown from her upper back it reveled pail smooth skin, but to my surprise also a big tattoo covering her left shoulder blade. The first impression of her and also what little Mrs. Thomsen had told me about her she was the perfect picture of the innocent girl next door. But maybe that was just an act, because I’ve never pictured ‘the girl next door’ tainted with a tattoo. It looked like a mixture of tribal tattoo and the patterns that are normally seen in henna tattoos. It was organic in shape with flowers and graphic lines in an intricate pattern. It was definitively done by an expert and not in a parlor in a back ally.