Gangster

Chapter 9 (Part 2)

"Matt Healy is definitely hotter!"

"No way, Ryan Gosling is!"

"Matt!"

"Ryan!"

I put down the syringe and glared at Jenny in the 'you-have-no-idea-what-you're-talking-about-so-shut-up' way. This argument had been going on for half an hour and showed no signs of stopping.

"Chris Hemsworth is hotter than both," declared Jenny and my jaw dropped open.

Did she even hear herself? Everyone knew that Ryan Gosling was the hottest man to walk the earth.

"You did not just-"

"Alison!" The annoying nasal voice of our coworker Chloe interrupted our heated debate as she sashayed towards us.

If she thought she looked sexy while doing that, she was sadly mistaken.

Jenny and I both wore disgruntled looks and crossed our arms. She gaped at me and the wide eyed look she gave me was actually freaky.

"What's the matter, Chloe?" I asked impatiently.

"Is it true that you had sex with a patient yesterday?" She asked in a hushed voice and I wanted to jab her stupid face with a large needle.

Or maybe her vagina.

"I think you're mistaking me for Jenny," I chose to respond and Jenny held up her middle finger at me.

"No, it was you," said Chloe seriously. "Is it true?"

"It's none of your business." I went over to the bed and pretended to arrange the sheet so that she would leave me alone.

"Was he hot?" Chloe continued to question me and I clenched my fists.

"Don't poke your big nose into my sex life, Chloe!" I yelled and she took a few steps back.

"O-okay. I'm sorry, I just thought-"

"We were having a serious conversation on whether Ryan Gosling or Matt Healy is hotter and you interrupted!" Jenny placed her hands on her hips. "Don't you have any manners?!"

At this point, Chloe obviously was freaked out and she scurried out of the room like a frightened rabbit.

"God, she's annoying," Jenny muttered.

"Hey, Alison?" Edith walked into the room and I turned to face her.

"Yeah?"

She had a grin on her face. "There's a young man outside who wishes to see you." She subtly winked and I felt my stomach jump.

Oh god, was it Harry again?

The events of the previous day flashed across my mind, his hands, his voice, his touch, just him, making me feel so vulnerable under him.

I couldn't go through that again.

I turned to Jenny in panic. "I can't meet him again," I whispered frantically. "I'm not here!" I dove under the bed and I could hear Edith mumbling, "What's up with her?" to Jenny.

Before Jenny could respond, a familiar warm voice spoke up.

"Isn't she here?"

Jamie.

I sighed in relief, my heartbeat slowing down. I felt like an idiot. I hurriedly crawled out, only to hit my fucking head.

"Oww!" I shrieked, holding my hands to the throbbing area.

"You okay?" Jamie looked down at me in concern as he held out his hand and I took it as he pulled me up. "Why were you under the bed?"

"I-I dropped something," I said quickly and the other two rolled their eyes at my feeble excuse. "What are you doing here?"