Ms Johnson

Chapter 8

Samantha's POV

I jog through the running trail trying to clear my mind and process everything that has happened these past few days. I push harder and run faster, I feel my whole body working harder as the adrenaline course through my veins. My legs muscles run warm as I run faster through the trail. The late afternoon breeze tickles my skin forming goosebumps but I will not let the cold stop it from enjoying this run. It was useless talking to Mateo earlier today and I doubt kickboxing would help right now.

I stop and take a deep breath allowing the fresh air to fill my lungs. I look below and admire the breathtaking view of the park close by. The feeling of euphoria is indescribable, I feel like I can achieve anything. This run has been amazing and definitely helped me to feel better. Running has officially become my new drug.

Just as I'm about to continue jogging I feel a hard muscular body bump into me from behind, causing me to tumble down. I push my hands hard to the ground in order to prevent my face from being injured in the process hurting my palms from the friction against the ground. The adrenaline still in my system numbs the pain, I try to get up and continue my run.

But it was unsuccessful, this is when I realized I twist my left ankle in the process, and pain shot through my body. I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip to prevent myself from screaming out in pain.

"Sam I am so sorry, I did not see you there," he grabs me by arms in order to help me get up. How the f*ck does this i***t know my name? I open my eyes and see two familiar concerned grey eyes staring back at me. Great! The one person I did not want to see right now happens to be the person who caused me so much pain. I glare at him in anger not saying anything.

He kneels down in front of me and inspects my ankle. He moves my ankle around causing me to yelp out in pain.

"Looks like it's not broken you only sprained your ankle."

"F*ck it hurts like hell you sure it's not broken?" I cry out in pain. Dylan looks at me with pain in his gray eyes, he tries helping me but I push him away.

I try getting up again but realize it's useless, I will have to hop on one leg all the way back to the café.

"Let me help you, Sam, you should not be putting pressure on your ankle right now. Hope Medihealth is not far from here. It would be best to put a brace on your ankle and give you medication for the pain." He says quietly with sorrow in his voice. Great! Now I'm the bad one refusing the man's help. He helps me to get up from the ground.

"I think you have done enough Dylan, just leave me alone." I push him away from me and hop on my good leg trying to get away from him.

"Sam, I'm sorry I was deep in thought and did not see you there. I'm sorry let me help you please." He runs after me, he looks at me with pity and remorse in his eyes. How does he manage to still look sexy even though he's not trying? No Sam you need to focus! If you continue this you might as well sleep with him again. I shake my head to rid of all lustful thoughts about him. He stares at me c*****g his head to the side.

"Ok fine! Take me to Hope." I say throwing up my hands in defeat. He smiles brightly and scoops me up carrying me bridal style through the park.

"It's not necessary to carry me all the way to the hospital." I protest, wanting him to put me down.

"Nonsense, you cannot walk right now and this gives me an excuse to carry you in my arms." He smiles brightly revealing his pearly white teeth; I roll my eyes and laugh at his silliness.

We arrive at Hope and the Nurse Attitude is at the reception. Again! Her mood changes when she sees Dylan carrying me in his arms.

"Doctor Webber! I thought you won't be back for another hour." She bats her eyelashes at him. I roll my eyes, this woman seriously likes Dylan and I can't help but feel jealous. She rolls her eyes at me and looks at him with a sweet expression on her face.

"Doctor Johnson here strained her ankle and I will be attending to her injury. If you don't mind you can carry on with your work." She opens her mouth to something but closes it again and carries on with whatever she was busy with.

Dylan carries me to one of the empty cubicles and lays me on the bed. He looks at my foot and removes my shoes. After a few minutes, he applies the ankle brace and later writes on a piece of paper.

"This is a prescription for anti-inflammatories that will help for the pain and inflammation; I will give you an injection to help with the pain for now." I nod in agreement and watch him withdraw the medication from the vial. Rebecca walks past the cubicle and notices me lying on the bed.

"Sam? Oh my goodness what happened?!" she rushes to my side looking at me from head to toe.

"Well, this genius thought it would be fun to push me down causing me to sprain my ankle." I look at Dylan and notice him chuckling at my comment.

"I mean you are a very attractive woman so I had to do something to get your attention," he gives me a devilish smile and gives me the injection. We laugh and joke about the unfortunate event of spraining my ankle. Rebecca observes our interaction in silence looking at both of us with interest.

"Ok, what happened between the two of you?" She narrows her eyes pointing at us. We both look at Rebecca in shock trying to hide the guilt. Damn it's over, she figured it out.

"I mean you not your usually grumpy self no offense Doctor Webber. You are a completely different person around Samantha." She says looking at Dylan arching her eyebrow.

Rebecca is too observant and it will be hard hiding from her that I slept with him. Maybe I should not flirt with him in public.

"We go way back, we are only friends," I say laughing nervously, hoping she will drop the issue and not ask any more questions. I give Dylan an apologetic look, I don’t want to hurt his feeling but also we are only friends.

“Yes, we are only friends.” He says sarcastically rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Anyway, Ms. Johnson don’t forget to go to the pharmacy before you leave to fill your prescription. Nurse Cullen, you can finish up here please. Ladies if you don’t mind I have work to do. See you again Sam.”

Dylan leaves me alone with Rebecca clearly hurt by my comment, I try to stop him from leaving but thought it's best I don’t give him hope. Rebecca sits in the chair beside the bed crossing her legs and looks at me trying to pry for information. I feel guilty for lying to her but what can I do. It’s not like I want the whole world to know that I slept with Dylan.

“Well, now that he’s gone you better tell me the truth. I know something happened don’t lie to me. You think I believe that “we just friends” nonsense?” She says as she air quotes just friends. “Don’t insult my intelligence Sam, I know you.”

“Ok, fine we slept together that night. But I later told him we can only be friends.”

“WHAT! You had s*x with Dylan Webber!”

“Shhh, lower your voice, Becca. I don’t want the whole world to know.” I look around ensuring no one heard luckily the hospital is not so full at the moment and no one heard what she said.

“Oh my, this is huge Samantha. So, what now? You are friends with benefits now?” She says giving me a sly grin on her face. I can see by the look in her eyes Rebecca is up to no good.

“NO! We are not, we are just friends as in we are good friends who enjoy each other’s company. That was the first and the last time sleeping together.”

“So, it was that bad hey? I always thought Dylan would be amazing in bed.”

I blush at her comment, Dylan was amazing and it would be hard trying to avoid having s*x with him again. Not only is he amazing in bed he’s also extremely handsome.

“Well, actually he is amazing in bed.” I look at her still blushing.

“Oh my, this is bad Samantha. The man is clearly head over heels in love with you. I know I only got to know him for a few months but I never saw him like this before. Maybe you should give him a chance Sam.”

“Please Becca not you too. I have some issues I need to work through and don’t think being in a relationship right now would be a good idea.”

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Rebecca helps me to get the medication from the pharmacy at the hospital and orders me an Uber home. I will be walking on crutches for a week or two until my ankle is healed.

When I arrived at my apartment I called my mother informing her about my incident and I won’t be at the café for a week or two. Emma will be starting soon and I hoped I would be at the café to help her ease into the new job. But unfortunately, I won't be able to.

I always liked the peace and quiet of living alone but today I feel lonely as I did not have a roommate to help take care of me. I need to order some food, I do not feel like standing around in the kitchen cooking something right now and I am famished. Just as I’m about to call the pizza place close by, I heard a knock on the door…