TheAceandTheFool
"Is there anyway I could refer you to another doctor... I really want to ask you out," I stared at him glancing back in the exam room where my mother sat before I shook my head "You're joking right? Your the best Oncologist in the state, my mother has cancer," he bit his lip "that was insensitive wasn't it, I'm sorry," rolling my eyes I dug around my purse for the insurance card "Besides you don't want me... I have a vindictive ex-husband, a five year old son, a mother dying of cancer, and oh yeah I have the mutation genes for cancer as well, so these boobs, which I saw you staring at, will soon be gone and I will be horribly flat chested and will probably go into debt to buy myself new clothes before I pay for reconstructive surgery...." I handed him the insurance card "now you don't have to waste ten dollars on a coffee date with me before finding out how fucked up my life is." I pulled my purse back on my shoulder as he scanned the card through the machine. "For the record I would have asked you to dinner," he wasn't phased by a single word I said "to which I would have said no." he held onto the insurance card leaning back in the chair "why? Give me one good reason besides the fact that your mom is may patient," I leaned against the counter and smiled "My mom being your patient is the only reason I need," he handed the card back to me "Alright, say I cure her, can I take you to dinner?" I cocked an eyebrow "She has stage three cancer," "I'm the best in the state, I'm even better with a little incentive," I rubbed my eyebrows, "God, I feel like I'm selling my soul to the devil," "I cure your mom, she goes into remission, and I get a date," "I did mention the vindictive ex husband, mastectomy, and five year old correct?" he held out a hand "I cure, I get a date," I grabbed his hand, shaking it. What's the worse that can happen?