The Doctor on Call

Chapter 2

Leo

From my office, I see Nyla running back and forth working. Each time she passes, I end up looking up from whatever I’m doing just to make sure she isn't screwing up. I never intended on letting her stay after I got a look at her resume. She lacks so much experience and she is too damn young. After she basically told me off, I felt like I wasn't giving her an equal chance. I let my pride down for a second and went after her. I must be a fool. I manage to get to the parking garage. I call out for her and she turns around. I feel a weird pull at my heart seeing that she is crying. I usually could care less about sorry tears, but her Hazel eyes manage to guilt me.

"Did you come down here just to see me cry?" Her attitude spits out it makes me feel worse. She turns to get in her car and my hand flies out to grab her arm. Her body stiffens and she turns to face me as if she wants to punch me. I wouldn't blame her if she did at this point, but at the same time, she can't take it personally that I'm harsh.

"Look Nyla, I'm sorry. You're right. I'm not giving you a chance." I say and her mean expression softens into a confused state. I don't know what it is about her, but giving her back her job is becoming easier than I thought. I guess I want to give her the same chances I was given when I landed my first hospital job.

I had managed to become a doctor by 28 and now I’m 32. When I was first starting out no one really wanted to give me a chance. So to be 19 and just starting out must be scary for her. I understand but I can't let it show. I don't need anyone thinking that I can actually sympathize with them.

"I'm going to let you stay, but I will treat you just as I treat everyone if not worse. You're young and I can't have that be an excuse for you slacking. You will work on the same level as everyone else. If you can't handle it then you go. Understand?"

She nods fast, almost bouncing "Yes. I swear I will work hard. I will not let you down." She sighs and her head falls back. I can't help but chuckle at her relief. She frowns and I stop.

"What?"

"Nothing, I was just under the impression that you don't laugh or smile for that matter." she mumbles and it makes me want to laugh more but I don't.

"When I'm working, I don't. So don't get used to it. You're going to hate me just like everyone else in there. So go home, pull yourself together, and come back in the morning ready to work" I go to head back in and she yells out.

"Wait, I'm ready to work now"

I am impressed with her willing to come back in after crying so I let her stay "Good. Follow me"

On the way up I can't stop staring at her even though she doesn't notice since she is standing in front of me. My eyes travel down her neck and back to her backside. Her scrubs are form fitting and I can easily see some of her curves. Yes, I looked at the nurses and M.A's from time to time, but most of them wore too much makeup to try to add a little something to wearing scrubs but Nyla didn't. She looked clean and a breath of fresh air in this place.

Once we got to the floor, I put her to work quickly. I even gave her stupid requests like bringing me coffee just to see her reaction. She just smiled softly and brought me coffee. After a few hours, she still doesn’t show any hints of being tired or overwhelmed. While checking on a diabetic patient, they inform me that they called the nurse station for their insulin but no one answered or showed up. My blood boils and I storm to the desk. "Who is over 159?"

"I am" Nurse Charles pokes her head out of the back room. I slam a file on the desk "Why the hell didn't you answer when the patient called? They called 5 times"

She begins tripping over her words trying to explain how she is busy.

"Too damn busy to do your own f*****g job?"

I roll my eyes see her begin to cry. It was not even close to the same reaction I had seeing Nyla cry. Out of the corner of my eye I see her coming from a room with the blood pressure machine.

"Ms. Grove, go run vitals on room 159 and give them their insulin injection since Nurse Charles here can't find enough time in her schedule to do her own job."

I see Charles give Nyla an ugly look and all it does it make my choice a lot easier. Nyla nods

"Yes sir" She takes the file and goes to gather what she needs.

When Nyla is out of my view, I turn back to Charles "Get your things and leave. Apparently, there are other things more important than being a nurse so go do it. You're fired"

She looks at me in shock but doesn't say anything. She just turns and walks out. I go to my office and slam the door. A few moments later I hear a light knock at my door

"Come in" I groan pinching the bridge of my nose. Nyla comes in with a steaming cup and sits it on the desk

"What the hell is this?" I mumble.

"Umm, when I brought you the first coffee you told me to bring you another in 2 hours. It's been 2 hours."

She gently places the cup on the desk and when I go to reach for it without looking, I knock it over.

"s**t!" I yell making Nyla jump.

She exits the room and comes back quickly with a roll of napkins. I reach down and pick the cup up throwing it away and Nyla senses my frustration and stops me.

"Let me" She mumbles and her eyes catch mine. I sit up and watch her place napkins down to soak up the coffee. When she is done opens the door to leave without a word.

I stay in my office as much as I can for the day and when it's 8 at night, I pack my things to leave. As I’m walking out, I notice that there is one light on so I go to cut it off without looking inside. "Hey!"

I flick the light back on and Nyla is in there "Why are you still here?"

"I am restocking. A few rooms weren't stocked so I thought I would do it." She shrugs and places a new box of gloves on the counter "Okay now I’m done"

"I'll walk you out" I mumble as she cuts the light off. While in the elevator I see her yawn "Long first day?"

"Yes, but I like it. It's all so new and interesting." She giggles and as we are passing the 4th floor the elevator comes to a rough stop and Nyla grabs on to my arm to keep from falling over. She looks up at me and her eyes burn into mine. She lets go quickly.

"Sorry" I see her cheeks turn pink and she bites her lip. I feel a tightness forming in my pants wishing my lips were on hers. I hit the emergency button and a voice says that it'll be a few minutes before they can get it moving again. I notice Nyla's hands start to shake.

"You okay?"

"Mmhmm I just get nervous in closed spaces" She whispers clearly trying to calm herself. After 10 minutes little beads of sweat start to form on her forehead and she looks like she is going to faint.

"Nyla, you gotta calm down"

"I...am...calm" she lies.

This is the first time all day that she hasn't been calm....well besides when I fired her. Her breathing becomes faster and she places her hand over her chest trying to calm herself. She closes her eyes, mumbling something to herself.

I step forward placing my hand on her arms and look down at her.

"Nyla, look at me" I nudge her chin with my finger and her soft eyes look up at me flickers over my face in a panic. "Breathe"

"I can't. I hate this. When I was 4, my brother locked me in the closet for 6 hours" I frown wondering who the hell would do that to a child.

"Come on, Grove. You have to breathe. Look at me" I inhale deeply and she follows. As I watch her breathe, my eyes shoot down to her trembling lip.

She continues to inhale and exhale through her mouth and I can smell candy on her breath. Her eyes stay locked on mine and my hands slide from her arms to her waist. Against my better judgment, I pull her close pressing her hips against mine.

Her breath hitches.

"Dr. Pryce, you shouldn't-"

I cut her off pressing my lips against hers and her whole body tenses up. I cup her face with my hand and kiss her harder. My tongue grazes over her body lip and a soft moan escapes her mouth. When her lips part, I take advantage and slip my tongue in finding hers. The sweetness of candy on her tongue tastes amazing making me want her more. With my free hand, I grip her ass pulling her tightly against me. The tightness in my pants almost becomes too much to bare as my d**k hardens more.

The thought crosses my mind that this is wrong. This is her first day and my hands are all over her. The last thing I want is for her to think every nurse or M.A. gets this treatment. I have never done this before but Nyla's presence makes me feel a kind of way that I can't ignore.

I push her against the wall and my hand travels down pulling the drawstring on her scrub pants. I slip my hands down her underwear and groan at the touch of her bare wet p***y. I rub over her clit and she moans against my lips. Her wetness covers my finger as I slide it in her. Her hands push against me but I don't budge.

The tightness wrapped around my finger immediately lets me know that she is a virgin. I stick to one finger and slide it in and out of her. I continue kissing her hard and she bites down on my lip making my hardness flinch. I take her hand and place it on my bulge and she begins rubbing against it. Her hand rubs harder and as I finger her faster. Just as she is about to come, the elevator jolts back to life and we stop.

She pushes me back a little and her face is red. Her lips are bright pink and slightly swollen as she breathes heavy with lust. I lift my finger to my mouth and taste her sweetness before reaching down and tying her scrubs for her just in time for the elevator to open.

I let her out first and as I walk her to her car I realize that what we did was wrong. All self-control left when that elevator stopped and now that I have it back I know it can't happen again. She doesn't say anything as we walk to her car. When she get to it she turns around and starts to say something but I interrupt.

"That won't happen again, Ms. Grove. I'm sorry and I don't want you to think that things like that happen all the time because it never does. I'm sorry."

She nods "I understand."

She gets in her car and I close the door before walking to my car. I look up as she drives past me and I swear I can see her wiping a tear from her face.