Impulse: A Doctors Obsession

Daring

As Christine sat doing her final paper for Human anatomy, she heard a noise at her door; it wasn't a knock, so she brushed it off as her neighbor across the hall. A half hour later, her phone rang. "Hey hun." "Come to Sepi's. You need a break." Wes said, as noise filled the background. Christine smiled. She knew he was right. She got dressed quickly, glancing at her phone, it was 9:54. 'Only an hour', she thought to herself. Once she opened the door, she saw a rose laying on the floor with a small paper on a thorn that read: MY SOUL. She smiled and smelled the rose then put it on the table and left. 

"Hey babe." Wes kissed Christine on the cheek. He pulled her over to where he was sitting with a few other friends. He reeked of beer. Beer, a drink she wished she could have, but not until she was no longer on medication. "You want a drink?" He asked loudly. Christine leaned over and said in his ear, "Just a soda, you know I can't drink alcohol." He nodded and headed for the bar. Wes returned with her soda and a bowl of peanuts. "I saw the rose you left for me before you came here?" Wes looked at cockeyed, "What rose? I need to step up my game huh? Someone is trying to seduce my woman?" Christine laughed. "Yeah sure." The rest of the evening Christine felt uneasy. Why would someone leave her a rose like that? Unless it was a prank. Maybe a frat prank initiation. She shook that thought, it seemed too juvenile. If not Wes, who?

James sat in the back area of the bar, watching Christine talk with Wes and his friends. He took a gulp of his bottled beer and sat it down on the table. He balled his fist, cracking his knuckles. He silently scoffed to himself. He didn't like Wes. Not that Wes was a bad person, but because he has what he wanted, Christine. James took out his notepad and pen and wrote down a few things. Then put it back in his pocket. "Hey." a female voice softly said, breaking James's concentration. He looked up to see a girl, most likely just turned twenty-one, standing there. It was hard to tell what she really looked like with a pound of hooker make-up caked to her face. She had blonde hair, green eyes, tight halter top and shorts. The typical college bimbo. "Hello." "I'm Veronica." She was about to sit down. James was in no mood for this. He needed to break it to her gently. "I'm taken." He said, taking another swig of his beer. He put the bottle down and smiled a fake smile. "Sorry." She said walking away. As she was out of ear shot he mumbled 'slut', to himself. He continued to watch Christine for an hour, until she got up and gave Wes a kiss, then left. James made no attempt to follow her, he already knew where she was going. He knew Christine was a good girl and would go straight home. She has obeyed his orders so far. Once he finished his beer he left. There was nothing else for him to do tonight so he headed home. Home to an empty house. Not even a pet. He desperately needed a companion, someone he can talk to, to kiss, to make love with, someone who he can be happy seeing after work or in the mornings. That someone is Christine. At least he had photos. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Christine: How's my patient? 11:46pm. A vibration came from his phone a minute later from Christine. She's doing well. Going to bed. Goodnight. 

The following two weeks, Christine studied and finished her final report on time. She kept her weekly appointments with Dr. Gilman and her mother still came to her apartment on the weekend. She stood outside the room with other students waiting impatiently for their final grades to be posted. Wes sat on the low retaining wall as Christine paced back and forth, secretly crossing her fingers on her right hand. Moments later the door opened, and everyone stood at attention on cue. Professor Wilson turned to the wall and hung the paper that displayed their grades. Christine was short enough to weasel through some of the students, her eyes ran down the list to her name. A smile came across her face, 'yes'! she silently said to herself and walked back to Wes. "Well, what did you get?" He asked noting the smile upon her face. "I got a 96!" Wes hugged and kissed Christine, "I knew you could do it babe. Dr. Christine Miller. I like that." They both chuckled and walked hand in hand toward her apartment. "So how about we celebrate with dinner tonight, my treat." "That is so sweet of you. Of course." Christine pulled out her keys. They stepped into the building and walked towards her apartment. Something was in front of her door, but they couldn't see from that far what it was. Wes and Christine glanced at each other. They hurried over to the door and there laid a large bouquet of red roses. "Who left these?" Wes questioned. "I swear it wasn't me." Christine grabbed the small note attached, 'Congrats on the A. You deserve it,' the note said and nothing more. This is odd. Who would know what grade I received? You're the only person I told." Not wanting to make a big deal about the unsuspecting flowers, Christine brushed it off and took Wes by the hand over to the sofa where she straddled him. "You know I love you, right?" Wes nodded and smiled. Christine leaned in and kiss him passionately on his lips as his hands caressed her butt. She let out a soft moan and kissed him harder, sliding her tongue onto his. His hands slid up under her shirt as he took it off, then nibbled on her breasts through her lacy bra. Christine felt like she was going to explode with ecstasy as she stood up and removed her pants, leaving her in her bra and panties. "If you want it, come and get it." She turned, heading toward her bedroom. Wes stripped naked as fast as he could and ran after her. That afternoon, they made love for the first time since right before the accident. Christine had never been happier than she was right now, in Wes's arms. 

James sat in his car outside of Christine's apartment building, where she saw her, and Wes enter hours ago. His hands gripped the steering wheel tight and his knuckles turned white. He was getting upset. The thoughts of what she might be doing with Wes right now clouded his mind and also made him erect, which he was not happy about. He didn't want to think of some other man inside of her or even touching her the way he wanted to be touching her. His jaw clenched as he started the car, revving it loudly before driving off. Once he was home, he texted Christine: Just making sure you are doing ok. 6:04pm

The loud sound of and engine woke Christine. Her and Wes had falling asleep after the second round of love making that afternoon and it was almost six pm. She quickly threw on panties and a top and went into the kitchen for some water. The roses laid there on the counter untouched since her received them. She retrieved a vase and filled it with water and placed the flowers on the living room table. A soft kiss upon her neck startled her for a second, then Wes's hand wrapped around her waist. "So, any idea on the mystery man, or woman?" Christine scoffed. "Not a clue." Her phone then buzzed, indicating she has a message. She picked up her phone and in fact had several messages and three missed calls. One was her mother, so she dialed her number immediately. "Hey mom, you called?" Christine's mom was just checking in on her, like she does every couple days. Christine told her that she was doing ok and let her know about her grade. Her mother insisted on taking her for dinner to celebrate tomorrow night. After her conversation with her mom, she checked her voicemail. She listened for a few seconds, but heard nothing. Just as she was going to hang up she heard a faint growl and what sounded like glass shattering. She wrinkled her brow and chuckled silently. She wasn't sure what that was or if it were meant for someone else or a prank call. She deleted the message. "So, my mother wants to take me to dinner tomorrow night." "That's nice. Is this just a girl thing?" He asked, rising his eyebrow. Christine shot him a look. "Duh. Of course it is." Wes kissed her, "Can't blame me for trying." "Nope. How about that dinner you offered me earlier? I'm hungry." 

The next morning Christine slept in. The semester had just ended, and she breathed a sigh of relief. But only for a short time. After Independence Day, she had her internship at the hospital. All she had to do was decide which hospital. The options weren't as easy as she thought, all being great hospitals. She thought about Cedar-Sanai where Dr. Gilman had saved her life. Then thought against it. It may be weird for her to intern there, unsure why at the moment, however, but weird nonetheless. Then she thought about her own school. They have an intern program. She shook her head. She wanted to be away from there not stuck in the same school she's been in for the past three years. Broaden her horizons in a way. She picked up her bottled water and took a swig. Setting it back down she turned her attention back to the pc on her desk looking for where she was going to intern. Just as she was about to click on another hospital website her alarm sounded on her phone. It was a reminder to get checked today. She grabbed her keys and headed out, locking her door as she left. 

"And how is everything this week Christine?" Asked Dr. Gilman. Christine let a sigh slip out, "Hectic. But overall, I'm doing great." She replied following his gaze to her ribcage. He looked up and his eyes bore into her. "That's great to hear. But, why hectic, if you don't mind me asking?" Christine drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Well, I have my internship in a month and I am stuck on where I want to go." Dr. Gilman smiled, "You sound like me. I debated until the last second." He pulled her shirt back down and she sat up. "You could intern here, I can put in a good word for you." Christine felt her face flush. She looked up and said, "That's very nice, but I don't know." Dr. Gilman took a seat next to Christine. "It's been almost two months since we first met. I know you are a fighter and a caring person. This hospital could use someone like you." Christine felt herself blush from the compliment. She nodded, "I'll think about it. Thank you. Also, I've been doing a lot better. Almost healed, so I don't see any reason to come in once a week." The smile on Dr. Gilman's face fell, and he wrinkled his brow, "Well, if you feel that's best, ok. James silently sighed. "I do enjoy our chats though." Christine jumped down from the table she was sitting on and grabbed her purse, "So do I." He walked her to the door, "So, I will call if anything happens." Dr. Gilman just stared at her as she left his office and down to the elevator. When he turned to go into his office a nurse was standing off looking at him. He smiled and closed the door. 'God help me if she caught me staring after Christine.'