Romance with the doctor.

My first day in London was cold enough to be forgotten. The weather was horrible, and my legs were shaking like a pair of noodles. Things in London are so different from my hometown. Everyone is from top to bottom and no one stays still, while there are so many lights around the city, that sometimes I am blinded by them. Before this change in my life, I lived in a town called Bunbury, a town where nothing at all ever happens. So I was very lucky to be sent to cold London. My arrival in this city which seems like a dream was somewhat sad. I didn't have anyone to pick me up from the bus station, but despite being alone, I'm still happy to be in this city and to be able to work in one of the biggest hospitals in London. But despite having good luck, I realized how difficult it is to take a taxi in this city, because it was crazy, maybe because everyone works and is always busy. I paid £3.5 to stay in a crappy hotel, and even though the hotel room wasn't that expensive, I was immediately out of money. The hotel was macabre, so I had to sleep in a bed that smelled of humidity, while all night I was hugging my purse tightly, while I had my shoes on, to run if something bad happened. Luckily nothing happened. The next morning I woke up in a better mood. It's snowing outside, so I bundle up while already wearing my old school uniform. I was so lucky to be one of those chosen to come to London. Although I have to be honest, I was not the best student of my generation, nor was I the most outstanding where I did my service. I was just another student with average grades, but I am very passionate and committed, I would give my best. My whole life was based on optimism, so I had to do it right. I didn't have any breakfast in the morning due to lack of money, so I knew I would have to wait until they gave me my payment to be able to try a bite. After hearing my stomach growl more than once, I headed to the London subway, which was also a crazy morning as everyone was going to work. I had to arrive at seven in the morning, not a minute earlier, not a minute later, so I was a little stressed when I saw that the subway was full. And when I finally arrived at the hospital, all my expectations came true. It was the best hospital in London, everything was luxurious and the technology was quite impressive. As expected, the emergency room was full of sick flu patients, since the weather here is bitterly cold. From a distance, I can see a woman with dark circles under her eyes, who is working at her reception, so I immediately approach her. —Hello, I'm Victoria Jefferson. — I leaned against the wooden bar at the reception, while the woman seemed to be dying of exhaustion. — I'm looking for Nurse Ross. —I said with encouragement, reading a paper with the instructions they gave me over the phone before arriving in London. —On the next floor. —Mutters the bad-tempered woman, while she is chewing a piece of gum, which keeps her awake. Then she just points her long fingers to the elevator. —Second floor. —Thank you. — I answered gratefully, taking my bag and walking towards the elevator. And when I got on the elevator, I began to feel happy since I had already arrived at my new life. I was full of hopes and dreams that I wanted to realize in this new life, which I have decided to take. But at the same time, I also felt nostalgic about leaving my life behind, including my family and friends. When I reach the second floor, the elevator doors open slowly, letting me see thousands of nurses walking back and forth with small metal carts, where they carry samples and medicines for the patients. Slowly and timidly, I approach the main room, where the nurses rest, while I try to look for Ross, even without knowing what she looks like. — Excuse me, am I looking for Ross? — I asked from the rooftops, but no one answered my question. Then I realize that a blonde and blue-eyed girl is passing by in front of me, while she looks less hurried than the other nurses. —Excuse me...?—I caught her attention and she looked at me immediately. -Yes?- She answered me while her blue eyes were so warm and picturesque that she didn't hesitate to smile. —I'm looking for Nurse Ross.—Now I smile because I'm comfortable with her attitude. —It's me.— She smiles at me carefreely, while I receive the first smile from me arriving in London. —You must be the new intern, Victoria? —She asks me as she smiles kindly, remembering my name. —Yes, it's me.— I responded immediately, while she smiled knowing that my name was already taken into account in this hospital. —Good.—She takes a list and looks at it for a few seconds. —Your boss hasn't arrived yet, so I'll take you as my assistant. Can you take blood samples from rooms 304 and 305? We have time counted. —She checks my uniform, while she is talking to me. —Good presentation, I wish you luck.— She tells me with a smile as she gives me some papers, assuming that I would have to do those tasks for her. —Thank you. —I answered gratefully, moving clumsily, but she stopped me before I went flying through the hospital corridors. —Your car. — She points out the metal cart with samples. So I clumsily took my car, while she laughed at my nerves. After arranging the catheter of the patient in room 305 and taking a blood test, I walk to room 304. Already there, I find a girl of around ten years old, lying on the bed watching television. —Hello. —I caught the girl's attention when I entered.— I'm Victoria and I'm going to be your nurse.—I introduced myself formally since that's what you always have to do when entering a room.— I'll take a blood sample from you. .— She just stretches her arm without concern, while continuing to watch television very attentively. For my part, I prepared the instruments and then disinfected her arm with alcohol. — It will hurt a little. — I warned her while I knew in advance that most patients get nervous when they see a needle, but she was very calm. I can immediately see that she has quite a few bruises, I guess she has been hospitalized for a long time. I slowly put a rubber band around his arm, and then tap him a few times in the area of his forearm where the cephalic vein is. While I tap the vein becomes inflamed and gives me good visibility. I took my needle in hand and slowly inserted it into his arm. Then I squeeze it a little, but I immediately notice that no blood comes out. Worried, I moved her more than once, causing the girl to instantly be in pain. —Take out the needle! —She yells at me loudly, while I'm panicking. —Get her out, you fool! —She yells at me once again. I immediately pulled out the needle, fearing for my life. Afterward, I give her a cotton swab with alcohol so that her blood stops coming out, she takes it and rubs her arm. —Are you a nurse? —She asked me even when I formally introduced myself to her, a few moments ago. —Yes.— I answered her with fear, since she seems to be tough, even when she looks like an innocent girl. —It hurt me, silly. —Believe it or not, a girl was insulting me like no one else has. —What's going on here? —I heard a male voice coming from the door. I turn around and see a tall man, with fine features, curly hair, and dressed completely in blue. —Hello Liza. —Said the handsome man, greeting the little girl, while I looked at the ground sadly. —Harry!—The girl expresses kindness and sweetness with the young man. I just frown, looking into his bright eyes. Why couldn't she receive me like this? —What's going on here? —He asked when he saw Liza angry, but I knew that I was the one who had to answer. —Nothing. —It wasn't my best answer, but the girl disagreed with me. —She stung me and she didn't hit the vein. Im sore. —She says looking helpless, although I knew she could defend herself from others. —I'm sorry. —I lowered my gaze while I felt very sorry. Then slowly, I look up and I can see that the man is staring at me, with those big green eyes. —You must be the intern, Victoria Jefferson. —I look at him with a smile, since he knows my name and that is nice. —Yes. —I answered shaking my head and wearing a big smile. —Liza you should let Nurse Jefferson do her work. —He says without further ado, defending me.—Otherwise she won't be able to take the blood tests.—He takes the needle and inserts it into her arm, and like magic the blood comes out of her. He fills out the sample book and puts it in my cart. —Done.—He kisses the little girl on the forehead, while she covers her with a white sheet. The dream girl sighs as if she is in love with the young man. I leave the room saddened by what had happened. —I'm sorry if I bothered you. —Now I apologize, while he walks next to me.— It was my job to get the blood out of...—But he doesn't let me continue. —No, there is no problem.—He smiles kindly.—I'm here to help the new inmates. —Are you a nurse too? —He just makes fun of my question, since I have lowered his level. —I'm not a nurse, I'm a surgeon. —My mouth fell to the ground, and I knew that he could be my boss, so making mistakes didn't give me an advantage over him. My response to that big mistake is that he was wearing a blue uniform, which seemed similar to some nurses' uniforms, with the difference that his name was embroidered on his uniform, along with his specialty. —How sorry I am, Dr. Steward. —I apologize immediately. I read his name on his uniform, while I look at the ground once again, feeling like a complete fool. —No need to worry darling, you can call me Harry. —His red lips stand out in the low light of the place, while his upturned nose makes the difference, making him look even more attractive. —I have to go but tell me if you want me to draw more blood for you. —He comments flirtatiously to me, while my stomach fills with butterflies, is he flirting with me? —Victoria!—I hear my name in the air, so somewhat distracted I turn around and realize that it is Ross who is calling me. —Your boss has already arrived!— She shouts at me while Dr. Steward disappears from the scene. So he's not my boss? Brilliant! My chest started to rumble more than once, I figured Harry had gotten my attention a lot. So I slowly walk towards Ross, unable to get that handsome surgeon out of my mind. But then I think about my boss, who may be a forty-year-old grumpy guy who has a lot of experience. I immediately deduced that he would be a great man, since in medicine it is very difficult to be one of the best, without having spent years and years of study. —Come. —Ross grabbed my arm and pulled me hard. She seemed to be very nervous, as she dragged me towards the nurses' station. —Fix your hair. —She runs her hands through my hair, trying to fix it. —He's coming.— She sighs nervously while I try to understand why he's making so much fuss. Seconds later I understood what was happening. Luxurious and clean shoes, perfect suit, white coat, upturned nose, eyes that kill, bushy eyebrows, and that mouth that caused an o****m when seeing it. —Doctor Mark! —Say all the nurses who are in his path. —Good morning. —Ross said as he passed by us as if we were worthless. —Good morning. —The doctor answers with his raspy voice, while I already feel threatened by his incredible demeanor. —The doctor, his assistant arrived. —Ross commented as he took my arm and put me in front of the man. I very nervously bite my lower lip, while I am in front of his frightening presence. His gaze was colder than ice, expressing nothing when he saw me. —I have surgery. —He murmurs after a tired sigh, while although he has dark circles under his eyes, he looks quite sexy. —She is prepared. —Ross answered for me while he was not as prepared as she commented. —Me? —I asked surprised while I looked at Ross with great fear. —Yes, you. —The man said indifferently. —That's why Peyton University sent you here. —The doctor just rolls his eyes and continues walking. —Follow me. —With my head down, I follow him while the local nurses do not take their eyes off the handsome doctor, who seems to be a catalog model. From what I see as I pass by, he has a high position in this hospital, everyone greets him and he comfortably does not greet anyone, he just walks as if no one compares to him and I think there is none since older doctors greet him with a lot of politeness while he just ignores them. After a long walk to some offices, he opened a wooden door, which was at the end of a corridor. He lets me go first, but I'm still intimidated, so I look like a tomato because of my reddish cheeks. He enters after me, to sit in his black leather chair, he takes some papers while he reads them without looking at me even once. I sat in the front seat, but to be honest, I couldn't ignore his great beauty, his upturned nose, and his red mouth, I just couldn't. —Are you Victoria? — He asks me, waking me up from my thoughts, since he said it out of nowhere since he didn't speak to me for many minutes. —Yes. —I answered trying not to scream, since I felt like I was at war. I just wanted to put my hand on my chest, saying, "Yes, sir." He just sighed once more, as he shook his head, seeing how nervous I was. —I just hope that you are not an incompetent fool, otherwise you will leave and never work in this hospital.— He threatens me while I barely know him. —I will do my best.— I try not to fall to the ground, while fearfully pronouncing that I will do everything possible to meet the expectations that this man has. —You have to do it.— He threatens while for him it is not just trying hard, but he had to be perfect.— There is no option, Miss Jefferson. —I lower my nervous gaze. —Raise your head, when I talk to you!—He shouts at me, calling my attention. I look at him carefully, while our eyes intertwine. — Did you understand? —He asks me rudely while I just swallow. —Yeah. — I answered with fear that he would do something to me if I answered no. He gets up from his seat and walks to the door, opening it for me. At the end of the day, he shows me that he is a gentleman, a very demanding one but in the end a gentleman. —Come with me, Miss Jefferson. —I leave the room still with red cheeks. As he leaves this big, beautiful office, other nurses approach him with blue scrubs for him. He quickly puts it on. —Is my patient already there? —He asks with a coldness in his words, while he walks quickly and the other nurses follow his pace. —It's ready, Dr. Mark.—Says a pretty blonde—haired nurse, while she is also wearing a blue gown and a mouth mask. —Let's go to surgery. —The man said firmly, stopping his walk to look at me. Now what did I do wrong? I asked myself. —Miss Jefferson, what did I say in the office? —He sees how afraid I am, following him without knowing what to do. —I don't want another incompetent!— Did he have to shout it, when we are in front of the operating room? — Yes sir, I'm sorry. —I say with great respect, even though we are almost the same age. When I enter the operating room, I get more nervous. A nurse helps me disinfect myself and then gives me a gown, mask, and gloves. When the surgery was over, I could breathe easily. —Ready. —The doctor shouted when he finished. I took a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. When I felt his smooth skin, the hairs on my skin stood up, while I swallowed my nerves. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye and mocked me, so I immediately removed my hands from his sweaty skin. —Thank you all, you can go. — He thanks everyone for leaving the place, breathing calmly because the surgery is finally over. Everyone leaves the place tired. After all, I too sigh deeply, to head to the door with all the nurses, but the doctor stops me. —Jefferson, I didn't tell you to leave. —I run to him immediately, since he looks upset calling me. —I'm sorry, I thought he said it in general. —Why am I looking at the ground again? The man—made me sweat, not only because he was cute, but because he gave me the impression that he is a damn tyrant. —Miss Jefferson, you are my assistant, you have to be with me all damn day. Do you want me to take you Peyton back? —He threatens me as if I were a child. —No doctor, I'm sorry. —I didn't want to go back to university or my hometown. Everything was so boring and low-class. It was a blessing that they had sent me to London, even if it was a mistake due to a bad draw. —Okay, follow me. —I just sighed tiredly, I knew I would have to do many things next to this man. After thirteen consultations and two stitches, I was finally able to go out to eat. Although I had no money, I was able to eat something thanks to Ross, the head nurse, who invited me to eat in the hospital dining room. She was very nice to me and she didn't seem to be as arrogant as the other nurses. —You're lucky, many would like to be with Dr. Mark. —She tells me while she is tasting her pudding, inside the hospital cafeteria. —He's very demanding, I would prefer to be with someone kinder.— I've only been with him for a few hours and I'm already exhausted. —Dr. Mark is usually very special and picky, he usually humiliates people, when they are not on his channel.— She tells me while licking his spoon. —But don't take it as if it were personal, the man is quite a perfectionist, he deserves it, and he has worked a lot. —He humiliates people? —I asked, putting the food in my mouth as much as possible, it was also a blessing to eat even when I had no money, so I had to take advantage and eat as much as I could. —No one is as good a doctor as him and the man knows it. —I assumed that he was already known for being one of the best doctors. —How arrogant and petty. —I rolled my eyes while chewing white rice. —But you won't tell me that he is a Greek god— She commented like a schoolgirl who was talking about a boy who was perhaps the sensation of the school, but we were no longer in school, this was real life. —Yes, but...—But she interrupts me since perhaps there were no "buts" for this talk. —You're lucky, he never works with the new ones, since he's very special and you have to have the experience to work with him. —I guess my streak of good luck is not so "good" anymore. —I will do my best to become one of the best nurses. —I say happy and with some optimism. —Good luck, darling. —The girl tells me while she tells me so sincerely, while I feel her good vibes passing through my entire body. Ross was a thirty-year-old woman, beautiful and smart, she had two children and her husband left her when her second child was born. Luckily she told me I could stay with her at her apartment, which is in the suburbs, but it's better than a crummy hotel. —Thank you again. —I thank her, as we walk towards the offices. I have a full stomach and a face full of happiness. —You do not have to thank me. —She tells me, putting her thermometer in her robe, but due to fate, a door opens with force, causing it to hit me in my chest. I couldn't help but fall in pain while the package man looked at me. —I'm sorry, miss.— He leaves his boxes and helps me up. —Are you okay?—Ross asks me very worried. —Yeah. —I tell them getting up from the ground, but a red stain on my uniform says otherwise. —You have opened a wound. —Ross tells me with his eyes very big, while she puts both hands on her mouth. —How sorry I am, miss. —The young man from the parcel department tells me that he hit me with the corner of a large box. —Don't worry...—I tried to be nice to him since I wasn't the kind of person who would make a fuss over some human error. —Come, they will have to check you. —Ross takes me to a cubicle and makes me lie down on a clean stretcher. —I'll call the doctor. —I wait for her calmly, although her chest burns. When Ross returns, I start to feel calm, but my peace of mind is gone when I see Dr. Mark's face. He immediately sat me up with the scare of my life, on the other hand, he pushed me so that I could lie down. —What happened? —He asked tiredly, looking at Ross coldly. —A clumsy delivery man hit her with a large box.—Ross answers, really worried about me. On the other hand, the doctor sighs once again tiredly, this was one more problem for the itinerary that the important man had. —Get out of here, please. —The doctor said coldly to Ross, while she, intimidated, left the cubicle, and then closed the curtains. —You should be the one to do these things. —He tells me, referring to the fact that reviews like this are done by nurses, not the best doctor in the hospital. —Not someone like me. —I told Ross it was fine. —I answered, annoyed that Ross called him, instead of calling another, less busy person. —Open your shirt. —He asks me as if he were ordering me. —That? — I asked, stunned, although I was an optimistic person, I was a modest person and somewhat shy about my body. Despite being a nurse, I dedicated myself so much to this career that perhaps I was able to put my romantic relationships aside. —Open it! —He screamed loudly and then ripped my shirt, while the buttons clicked, revealing my naked body. —Is this being okay? —He raises his eyebrow when he sees the big cut that a defenseless cardboard box made. —Girl, they hit you so hard that I have to give you stitches. —The angry man takes a first aid kit starts giving me a treatment, and then gives me three stitches that made me cry. When he finishes, Dr. Mark cleans my blood. —Ready. —He tells me, throwing a piece of gauze into the garbage container. —You will have to clean it about two or three times a day. Don't wear blouses that have the neck too high, wear something low—cut. —He gives me instructions that are very poor for a doctor of such category as him. That seemed very implausible to me since that is not an indication of a good doctor. —Yes. —I told him while I tried to put on my blouse, but when I saw that it didn't have buttons I was left speechless. —Do I have to do everything for you? —He spits angrily while he snorts angrily. He grabs my robe and takes it off completely, leaving my red bra on display. He looks at me just a little. —Take. —He gives me a robe that is hanging in the middle of the cubicle. —Thank you— I tell him embarrassed while he just hits the floor with his thin shoes.—Thank you, again. —I tell him already dressed. —I'm not done with you, Miss Jefferson. —Now it surprises me since I wanted to run away from the place. —No? —I asked nervously because I just wanted to leave. He grabs me tightly and kisses me with his red lips while he puts his tongue in my mouth, making me taste his strawberry-flavored saliva. His hands ran over my hips and then touched my entire body. —You are so clumsy. —Spit while he is moving a little away from me. — An i***t. —But his lips kiss me again, while his right—hand goes into my white pants, making me cling more to his body. —An empty head. —He still expresses with his lips on me. I didn't understand what was happening here. A few hours ago I thought the man hated me, but now I don't know what's happening.