Surgeon Heart

Chapter One - Mistaken Identity

The rain pounded away at the pavement outside of the conference center as Drew trudged her way up the steps to enter. Her dark hair hanging limp and plastered to her face. Her cleaning scrubs were in an even worse state as the rain had surprised her as she walked over from the hospital. Night was already creeping the horizon. She was running late to the seminar on handling blood and pathogens.

            From time to time the cleaning staff had to attend these seminars to stay up on hospital protocol. A necessary evil when working in a hospital.

            Drew entered the building, she remembered perfectly where they held the seminar every time. Hadn’t changed in the six years that she had started working in the hospital. She rushed past several people and entered the conference room without another thought.

            Before she could really take in the room and find herself a seat; she found herself being steered to the center of the room by a man that she could only describe as a God in a tux. His eyes were a blazing aqua color and his dark hair done in a fashion that denoted money and power. She looked around, panic setting in now. She wasn’t at the blood and pathogen conference at all. In the six years that she had been attending these things not once had it moved, and it had to be today of all days that they moved their conference to another room.

            He was chatting with her in a quick fashion. The only thing she really caught was, “Doctor you must have been in surgery for several hours, did you forget about the children’s benefit?”            

            He just kept on walking; she didn’t answer noting that they were heading right towards the center of the room. She tried desperately to slow the pace, but he just tugged on her hand impatiently.

            Way too quickly she found herself in a group of surgeons and the Doctor that grabbed her hand was shaking hands and introducing her as Dr. Kelly in the pediatrics department. She could feel her vision blurring as she numbly just nodded in acknowledgement to the hospital staff around her. She felt lightheaded and horrifically overwhelmed. The room seemed be getting smaller…

            “Doctor are you alright?” someone asked before everything went completely dark around her.

Dr. Sebastian Hart

            Sebastian looked at the dark-haired woman lying in his bed. He pondered to himself as to why a cleaning lady at the hospital would burst into a hospital benefit soaked from head to toe in the first place. He had his housekeeper clean her up and he had laid her on the bed after she lost consciousness in the conference hall.

            Guess lucky for her, he wasn’t on call this evening. Though he hoped she would wake up soon so he could have some sort of answers. He had asked the hospital for some record of her to find she was actually a cleaning lady and her name was Drew.            

            He took a small sip of his glass the whiskey whisking sweetly through the ice cubes within. He sighed inwardly as the burn ran down his throat and warmed his stomach in a pleasant way. Hart walked over to the window and looked down; he loved the view from his high-rise apartment in the heart of Chicago. The lights danced along the roadways in stark contrast to the night. The apartment itself was furnished well; he didn’t spare any expense. It really didn’t make much dent in his cash flow so to speak to do so. He had inherited his father’s fortune and had come from a long line was wealthy surgeons. There was no doubt in what he would do with his life from a young age.

            He had so many questions for the woman sleeping soundly on his bed, but he was also somewhat annoyed at being made to look like a fool in front of his colleagues. Why didn’t the woman speak up? But she didn’t and he led her right in the thick of everything without even so much as a backward glance. Maybe he was off for just making an assumption, but he doubted that, he didn’t earn the big money to make mistakes. Mistakes could cost someone their life.

            He was a cardiothoracic surgeon; he wasn’t allowed the leisure of mistakes especially when he was holding someone’s heart in his hand or elbow deep in a chest cavity. His father made sure he understood that in the first year of his internship before cancer claimed him before he could even see his soon reach his second year of residency.

            Hart turned towards the bed as he heard a little movement in the silence that had stolen over his apartment after he dismissed his housekeeper for the night.

Drew

            Drew sighed; the aches in her body seemed to be soothed by the feather light comfort of the bed around her. She almost jolted fully awake at that, but her brain remained somewhat sluggish from passing out. She could tell even without her eyes being open that she was certainly not at the hospital or even the conference center for that matter. Where had she ended up, her sluggish mind wondered. She tried with all of her might to regain her senses.

            The fatigue wafted away, and she finally managed to bolt from the comfort that practically had her in thrall only to find herself in a jumbled mess on the floor and clearly not in her own clothing anymore. She had failed to notice the man watching her with vague curiosity from across the room but could only note the pain in her left butt cheek and the fact that she seemed to only be wearing a mans oversized tee shirt. She covered herself a bit better with the hem of the shirt and looked up right into blazing blue eyes of the doctor that had dragged her into this mess.