The Underbosses Psychiatrist (M/M)

32 - Chapter Thirty-Two - Zev Martin's Point Of View.

I felt Jackson lift me off the couch and start to carry me to the bedroom.

"What time is it." I groaned out.

"Seven-thirty."

"Ok. Put me down."

"I'm tucking you into the bed. Go back to sleep."

"I can't. I actually have things I have to do today."

He set me down and my legs immediately didn't like that. They were still slightly sore but nowhere as bad as the night before. It would be good to walk all that way again tomorrow. I couldn't wait. Heading to the bedroom I bumped into Jackson who seemed to be having some issues buttoning his dress shirt with the stitches in his hand.

"Would you like some help?"

"If your offering."

"I am."

I slowly buttoned his shirt before adjusting the shirt and taking a long drink of my man. He looked nice in the maroon dress shirt. I liked it on him. I helped him slip on his jacket and button it as well before looking at his hand. The stitches didn't look too tight and it looked like it might heal nicely. The doctor being too drunk to stitch his hand last night really concerned me. I get that he was probably "relaxing"  before Jackson called him, but I smelled a drinking problem. But I couldn't actually prove that because I didn't know the doctor.

Quickly I threw on some form-fitting jeans and a long sleeve shirt. I was dressed down, but that was fine. I didn't have to wear any kind of suit or slacks and a dress shirt here. After dressing I noticed my eyes were bothering me. I could feel a headache coming on. I reached into the nightstand and pulled out my glass case. I hadn't worn them in quite a while because my eyes had been pretty good.  Slipping my glasses on my face it was nice to see a sharper and clearer picture. The distance was a really nice thing to be able to actually see.

My eyes were probably like this because I stitched his hand last night. Too long staring at the same miniature job. I should have had them on last night. Leaving the bedroom Jackson was already gone. I assumed he was pretty busy and had to go. Checking my watch I had a lot of free time.

I kept thinking over the doctor's behaviour from last night and I finally recalled his name. Dr.Caleb Kingsley. I headed to his office. His door was open and he was sitting at his desk.

"Dr. Kingsley. May I come in?"

"Absolutely, please come in."

"I have some questions. About last night as you might imagine."

"I figured you would. It really didn't look good last night. I don't normally drink that much."

I didn't know who this guy actually thought he was kidding. I could smell the scent of the booze from here. The guy's coffee was spiked.

"Caleb. Are you an alcoholic?"

"Excuse me?"

He looked taken back at the question. He pulled the coffee up to his lips and sipped it before he spoke again.

"Exactly what are you getting at Dr.Martin?"

"I believe you're an alcoholic and that concerns me, After all, you were so fucked up last night you couldn't pull the glass out of Jackson's hand and not to mention I had to stitch his hand up last night."

"I am not an alcoholic. I don't know what you actually think you're doing other than accusing me of something that is false."

"It actually blows my mind that you're actually going to sit here and tell me you're not an alcoholic when it's eight in the morning and you're drinking spiked coffee."

He seemed shocked.

"I can smell it."

"Dr. Martin get out of my office now."

Standing up out of the chair I turned to the doctor and clicked my tongue in annoyance.

"You're never going to touch Jackson or our daughter ever again. I will find someone else who is better suited to treat them. Furthermore, Caleb, I am telling Maddox about last night and this morning he should know exactly what is going on here."

That seemed to be all it took for the doctor to flip his switch. He stood up and tried to grab me but someone actually blocked him.

"Dr's. What the hell did I walk into. That's not nice behaviour."

Looking at Alexi's uncle I was happy he was here. He saved my ass.

"Dr. Kingsley. We are not done here."

Stomping out of his office I heard Caleb yell at Alexi's uncle. He yelled about how I knew about his drinking. I saw Emerson standing at my office door. He looked really good.

"Your really early Emerson."

"I wanted to see if you wanted to come to join me for breakfast."

"Of course, But I need to have a conversation with Maddox first."

"He is working from home today, Ares has a small cold and he won't leave Maddox."

"Alright. Onward to breakfast."

We walked down the hall and chatted the whole time. Emerson suddenly asked about Jackson's hand and I explained what happened right down to Dr.Kingsley being far too drunk to do anything. Emerson also seemed pretty fucking annoyed then.

"Maddox won't be taking my son anywhere near that walking liquor store."