I Need a Doctor (Dr. Smiley x Reader) 1

I Need a Doctor (Dr. Smiley x Reader) 2

A/n: Yay! Finally I am writing this. I really love this short series so far. I'm planning on stopping at a part three buuut if you guys want a bonus part... I can arrange something. : DDD Other than that, enjoy!!

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Reader's POV
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You felt the hot water bead and roll down your skin, steam filling up the bathroom as you washed your hair and cleaned up a bit. Slowly, you shut the water off and pulled at your hair, water splashing from your (hair color) ends and dripping to the floor. You stepped out of the tub, the water twisting down the drain. You wrapped the white towel around your bare torso, water drops running down your long (skin color) legs. 

The room was muggy, mostly because of the hot water. You sighed and opened the bathroom door, cold air from the hallway enveloping around you. Goosebumps prickled up your arms and legs, and you shivered and sucked on your teeth. 'It's so quiet without Dr. Smiley here...' you sighed and walked into a corridor, making your way to the door on the end which was your room and changed into a blue tank top and grey shorts, along with white socks. 

-- In the Morning --

You sipped on a hot cup of coffee and examined the files that had been inside of the yellow folder. You sat in the kitchen, reading over the notes that had been tagged as 'heart transfer'. You were a bit skeptical about the surgery, what was the point when the patient would already have a healthy and working heart? 

Waking you up from your thinking, you heard a knock on your door. You weren't expecting anyone to come knocking on the door of an abandoned hospital this early. But this place always had something exciting going on. 

You tucked the papers away and walked to the glass doors. On the ground outside, was a box. Nothing else. Just a red box with golden ribbons tied around it delicately. The object seemed to be fragile, so you gently picked it up and walked inside, the box resting in your hand. 

Sitting down in the kitchen, you began to open the box and inside was a cloth soaked in blood. You squinted, and reluctantly peeled the cloth off of what was a human heart. You noticed on the bottom of the box, was neat handwriting. You pulled the heart out in the cloth and set it aside, reading the lines. 'Use this.'

Was this the heart you were going to use during the operation? And who the fuck was that that just decided to drop off a free heart at the door steps? Maybe Dr. Smiley had something planned? No, that's ridiculous. You read his note. He left you with a task, and he'll be back sooner or later. Dr. Smiley isn't one to play games. But then again, your works was private and it wasn't possible anyone could have found out about. Unless...

-- Later that evening --

You strapped down your patient to the cold metal bed, taking out a sharpened and cleaned scalpel and beginning to make incisions starting from the torso, down the stomach and stopping at the lower abdomen. Blood slowly began to leak out of the light cut, sliding down the patient's pale skin and pooling onto the table. 

You sighed and stopped in mid-progress, glancing at the box which contained an important element for this operation. With out it, you'd be known from now on a failure. Not to mention another useless victim for Dr. Smiley's exquisite work. 

What were you doing here? Girl's your age shouldn't be hanging around with men in their twenties, learning of the human body and practicing on it's every organ. You should be at college, having dorm parties or spending the holiday with family. But life was simply taken from you, and placed into the hands of Dr. Smiley. There was no turning back now. 

You returned to your work, peeling the flesh off the bones of your patient and examining the healthy construction. You checked the clock, and noticed how much time you had wasted and felt your blood pump up. Quickly, you used a pair of scissors to cut your way to the heart. The slowly dying heart ended in one loud beat, and you trimmed it out as neatly as possible. From what you could see, there hadn't been a single slit in the organ. 

You jarred the major organ and took out the fresh heart from the box. Reading the notes over before you continued, you realized that the rest of the instructions had been scribbled out in red pen. "What the fuck? How does he expect-"

"I don't expect you to read it." 

You jumped, dropping the tool in your hand and almost falling into the opened body of your deceased victim. Dr. Smiley stood behind you, hands in pockets and tie neatly pressed against his toned chest. "Fuck! Don't you dare sneak up on me again like that." you glared at him and picked up the tool. "Did you scribble this out??"

He nodded simply, and grabbed the notes carefully. He pushed them back into the yellow folder with care and looked back at you. "Indeed."

"Well... Why?"

"Why? Well, my darling. It is simple. I for one expected you to continue with directions or not, hoping you'd somehow persuade me into believing you finished the transfer." you blushed a bit. You tended to lie your way out of trouble with Dr. Smiley. "I'm aware you are afraid of being punished, but lying is never a wise option, __. Now, have I taught you over the past few years and yet you still are clueless as to how to successfully to-"

"He's so sexy when he's talking to me like a teacher..."

He stared at you, and you took a moment to realize you spoke your thoughts. "... Excuse me?" he looked at you with furrowed brows.

Your cheeks faded to a tinted pink. "Uhh... Nothing, carry on." you assured him and tapped your foot onto the tiled floor awkwardly. He stared at you before slowly approaching you. The sadistic doctor grabbed your throat, pinning you upon the wall and holding the heart from the box in another hand. "If it was nothing, then why would you bother in speaking? Tell me, __. What was it you said?" he said with a monotone growl.

It seemed as if he heard it the first time, but only begged to hear it again. You gulped before repeating you words of idiocy. "I said... You were sexy when you talked to me as a... A um, teacher." you choked and wrapped your hands on his wrists, trying to keep from suffocating.

Dr. Smiley snickered and held you harder against the wall until he was grinding into you, only forcing your legs around his waist. 'Is it wrong for a eighteen year old to be with a twenty five year old?' you thought and felt your breath hitch, and his swift hot breath rolling against your prickling soft skin. "Well, you do know it is illegal for a teacher to have sexual contact with their student. Correct?" you nodded. "But... The fact I don't follow the law, or have anyone to give me rules is just a spectacular advantage." by now, you were soaked in your panties and you bit your lip, pleading inside for him.

"Shut up." you told him, and quickly pressed lips unto his. He retreated as soon as your lips smashed together. You crookened your neck, confused. Isn't that what he wanted? Oh god, did you just embarrass yourself again?!

You felt him grab your neck, slowly squeezing on your neck as you began to wheeze. "I don't take orders from you, __. I believe we've settled that." he snapped and stared into your eyes, a smirk creeping on his lips under his mouth mask (whatever they're called). He let go of your neck and you coughed violently, your eyes watering from the shortened oxygen. "Well, it seems you've caught a wicked cough." he smiled wickedly and you looked at him in fear. His eyes just screamed hunger. "I believe I have just the cure..."