Gabriel shorts

Doctor Gabriel

You woke up in the hospital and you’ve already been through two different doctors. They come and go and have the worst bedside manner. You want another doctor and the nurse groans at you. She exits the room but you don’t care what they say. You’re recovering from a car crash that truck came out of nowhere.
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our leg was in a cast and that made you grumpy because it was hard to get out of bed and back in it for bathroom breaks. Daytime tv was so boring and you’d watch reruns of so many things. A fast coming guilty pleasure of yours was Dr. Sexy M.D. It had a decent story and a fine looking cast and it was a way to pass an hour. You were watching it one night, “come on, not all doctors look like that.”
You turn to see who the voice belonged to and this man was walking into your room. Your eyes scanned one of the better looking doctors they’ve sent you and by far the youngest. He strolls over to the foot of your bed and picks up your chart, “so sweetheart let’s see what you’re in for.” He looks at your chart for a bit, “sorry to hear that.”
“About my crash?” His eyes peer over the chart, “that your single.” His eyes move back down, “well this chart seems to be in order. Has the nurse come by to check your vitals?” “I…um…about an hour ago.” He signs the chart and puts the pen back in his pocket and the chart back on the foot on your bed, “darn, I was looking forward to that.” You blush a little, “are you that bored?” “Not really I just like being in the presents of a pretty lady,” be moves his hand to the side of his mouth, “please don’t report me for saying that.” “Don’t worry I’ve put away my recording device.”
“So y/n I’m Gabriel but you can call me whatever you want.” He looks over to your side table and sees a stick protruding from your bag. He points to it, “is that a piece of candy?” You look over and smile, “it’s a sucker. Want it? I don’t feel like eating it.” “Well if you don’t want it…” You take it out and raise it to him and he takes it and looks you in the eyes, “thank you.” He unwraps it and sticks it in his mouth.
You didn’t think it was possible to be attracted to a grown man with a sucker in his mouth, but he was definitely an exception. He gave you a smile, “I’ll be back to check your progress.” He left the room and you enjoyed the view and you were definitely keeping this doctor.
You look around your room after the episode was over and wonder what to do next. Looking through the same magazine the last nurse left for you your eye goes back to the tv. You keep in on for noise as you pull out a notebook from your bag and jot down a few things. Well a few things turns into a short story and when you finally look up you see the clock has turned a few hours. Then he comes back in.
“Hello there sunshine. I trust no nurses have taken away my fun.” You close the notebook, “No one since our last visit.” “That’s good.” He moves to your bedside, “if you’ll allow me-“ you respond before he even finishes, “yes.” “I was going to say remove a kidney but good to see you’re a good listener.” You share a laugh and he starts looking at the screens your hooked up to.
“Good, good.” You look up, “are my vitals good?” “I’d say so,” he points to one, “see that squiggly thing? That means you’re still alive.” “Gabriel you crack me up. Why can’t all doctors be as cool as you?” He looks down at you, “I’m one of a kind baby.” This produces another smile from you and his eyes nearly sparkle at you.
He picks up your arm and gently moves his hands around it asking if it hurt every few seconds. He also did this to your leg and your abdomen. Answering with a no every time even if his slightly cold hands make you stutter it out. Once he’s done there is a brief moment when you look at each other and it was far from a doctor patient gaze. He moves back to the chart and scribbles down a few more things. “Well I need some rest but don’t worry I’ll be back to check on you later.”
After he leaves you can breathe again and you shake your head and wonder what’s happening. You’ve never thought about someone so much or tensed up a little just as your skin was going to touch his. His eyes were handsome and his voice you could listen to all day. A few hours after he left you felt funny on the inside. You weren’t thinking about him and it was actually kind of painful. You pushed the button for the nurse.
She came in, “what’s wrong honey?” “I feel funny and it hurts here,” you point to a space just to the side of your stomach. She comes in beside you and pokes where you said it hurts she removes her stethoscope from her neck and places it on the pain. Her eyes go big, “I’ll be back with your doctor.” He comes in minutes later, “just couldn’t stand to be away from me that long could you?” He looked at your face, “I don’t want to scare you but we need to get you to an OR fast.” Your eyes widen, “w-why?” “I think you have some internal bleeding and if it continues it won’t be good.”
The next thing you know you are whisked away to another room and more people, well nurses, all around you. Gabriel comes in and leans in, “don’t worry sweetie I’m here with you. I’ll get you all patched up.” The anesthesiologist puts you under but you can still hear and you wonder if that’s normal. You hear your own heart beating and feet moving around you. You hear his smooth voice talking to the nurses then your heart beat slows.
Panic strikes his voice, “she’s still bleeding out! There must be another source! Nurse more swabs stat!” A tray hits the ground and the metal echoes through the room. You strain to hear the noise, “Damn it we can’t lose her! It’s just a bleed. I can find it!” “Hang in there y/n, you hang on!” The beeping slowed and your heart didn’t feel right. Your brain was getting fuzzy and it was harder to pay attention. “Don’t you die on me damn it! I’m not ready! You HANG ON!”
Even with your eyes closed things were going dark. You held on to his voice as long as you could. “Y/N! Y/N!!” His voice cracked and it pained you that you couldn’t see his face one more time. Hearing his pain but not being able to feel it anymore as a wave crashed over your body. Gabriel, I’m sorry you think because you cannot say. “I’m sorry y/n,” you hear as a whisper and you respond with a single tear.
THE END