Second Chance Luna Doctor

Ch 5: Andrea

I rub my temples and try to get the headache and tension out but it’s no use. 

Ughhhhh!! 

Mr. Goddamn Noah Hunter really did a number on me. I have had a lot of patients and even before this, have dealt with a lot of people but he honestly takes the cake… in more ways than one.

No! Bad girl, Andrea. I chastise myself.

Why do all the good looking people have to be taken, gay, or playboys? I look above as if asking the Gods and hoping for an actual answer, but obviously only received silence.

Well I guess in this case, it would a******s but it’s one and the same thing, right? I am still thinking about him and how his actions were so contradictory. It seemed as if he was fighting himself. I was so lost in thought I didn't even realize when Angie came in and put her hand on my shoulder, breaking me out of my reverie. 

“Girl, I haven’t seen you this stressed since you were studying for the boards,” she speaks softly as if trying not to scare me away. 

I mean she wouldn’t be wrong. As much as I love taking care of people and helping them get better -thus my profession- I absolutely HATE it when someone tries to take care of me. I’ve just been independent from a young age and it just festered that quality in me. Some may see it as a bane but for me it’s a boon in many ways, especially when I really needed it back then. 

“It’s nothing really. I’m nursing a small headache, I’ll just take some Aleve,” trying to brush it off, hoping it would fool her but who am I kidding.

“Listen here Drea, I know you don’t like people taking care of you, but how about you just take a small break. I’ve asked Sam to push your appointments a little later. Don’t worry I’ll handle them if anything. If I need you, I can just call you. Okay?” Even though she is asking me, I know she won’t let this go. I let out a deep sigh and pushed myself away and up from the desk where I was sitting doing my paperwork before the next patient came.

Raising my hands in surrender I say to her, “Okay, fine. You got me, happy?” I stick my tongue at her.

“I saw that”

“You were meant to,” I added with an eye roll.

We can be so childish sometimes, but better than acting like we’re oldies.

I look at the time and get out to take a short walk outside and grab a bite to eat. The hospital food sucks, and not just for patients. I let out a shudder. Checking both sides, I walk across the street but it feels like I have this weird feeling of someone watching me. I look around but don’t see anyone. Huh. I must still be on edge since Noah.

Honestly, I don’t know what to make of the man. I mean yes, I was pretty quick to dismiss him as an asshole, but Josh seemed to know a different man from what I saw. I wonder how it would feel to have him be nice if not then at least civil with me. What was going on in that gorgeous head of his? 

The lady at the counter calls out, “Next!”

Finally, my turn. 

“Can I have a chicken cutlet on a roll with everything?”

“Yeah, that’ll be $4.50”

I am about to pull out my money, when I get the same eerie feeling of being watched. Surely, twice is no fluke. I look around and spot a burly figure looking at me with an intensity that only rivals Noah’s. However, this one doesn’t make me feel all warm inside, quite the opposite actually. I quickly divert my gaze and proceed to give my money to the cashier.

“You can wait over there, it’ll be ready in 5,” she says pointing to where the guy is standing.

Begrudgingly, I walk over and keep a healthy distance away from him, wishing for him to ignore me. Well with the luck I’ve had today, of course he wouldn’t as I feel someone coming close to me and taking a deep breath. Yupp, not weird at all. Before he can get any closer, the cashier calls for me and I let out a breath of relief.

Rushing to get out of here now, I quickly grab my food and speed walk across the road, barely missing a car and getting cursed at. Normally, I would fight back but not today. Today, I need to get away as quickly as possible, but it seems it’s not quick enough because I can feel the heat of his body right behind me. He gets too close and I feel his hand on my back.

“Don’t even think about trying anything, I won’t hesitate to kill you but I might not if you cooperate.” I hear his gravelly voice in my ear, unlike Noah’s which is a perfect deep baritone. Why am I thinking about him right now, when I am literally at someone else’s mercy? 

“What do you want from me? I don’t even have my wallet on me, I only took enough for my food.” My voice comes out a lot more steady than I was expecting. I guess after years, you never really lose honed skills. They’re like muscle memory. 

“I don’t want your money. I don’t need to explain myself to the likes of you,” he sneers and looks down upon me as if I am his inferior. Of course, let him think that. What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him. Well in this case it will hurt him and save me.

“Okay I will do as you say, just tell me where to go and what to do,” I reply as if I’m terrified, for his benefit.

I look around and there aren’t very many people here. Usually there’s a whole crowd and now I can barely find one. s**t, I need to think of something and quick. 

As if listening to my prayer, an older gentleman approaches us. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He looks at me and then at the man next to me, eyeing him warily.

I don’t want him to get hurt, he looks as if he could be my grandfather. So I just shake my head and thank him for his concern.

He doesn’t look too convinced but what can he do. There is no way he could’ve taken this mountain of a man, that could rival Noah’s height. There goes my mind once again. F**k! This needs to stop.

“Good job,” he whispers in my ear and I shudder.

We come around the corner to a Chevy Suburban. I realize that I have only minutes to do something or God knows what will happen. It can’t be any worse as what’s happened in the past but I don’t want to tempt fate.

As we get closer, I spot an old cutter on the ground. s**t, just what I needed. Sending a silent prayer up there, I pretend to trip and fall in a way that I can catch the cutter without him noticing. 

“Listen b*tch, walk straight! I don’t get paid enough to treat you like a little princess,” his anger palpable. 

He’s about to open the door. Here’s my chance. Without thinking twice, I try to swipe the cutter by his carotid to do the most damage, but he’s quick to step back. Almost too quick. The reaction time on this guy is nothing like I’ve ever seen. How?

He turns and grabs the cutter from my hand with almost no effort and has it set across my throat, poking enough to make a prick.

“I told you, you dumb b*tch! I was going to deliver you without any hassle but you want to do this the hard way don’t you,” His warm breath on my skin only makes me start hyperventilating.

He steps back but not by much. 

“He wanted you alive but he never said how alive.”

I can see how the menace in his eyes and the glint of joy. This sick f**k. He pulls his arm back and swings it with the blade in his hand. I close my eyes together tightly and wait for the impact to come but it never does, instead I hear a growl. I open one eye and then another and see someone I never expected to see. God damn. My savior is no one other than a feral looking Noah Hunter.