Second Chance Luna Doctor

Ch 3: Andrea

I look at my watch for the umpteeth time and tap my foot impatiently. An hour late! Seriously, what was the chief thinking? I can’t even move onto my other patients because the last minute VIP addition couldn’t bother to show up on time, AFTER my whole schedule was moved to fit him in.

I step out of my office and go to Sam once more. Sam sees me approaching and before I even get there, she gives me a head shake saying “no”. I know it isn’t her fault but damn this was getting to me. I guess some of this partially has to do with the headache I woke up with. I was really hoping that even though this guy had gotten this appointment via his means, he would at least respect my time.

A knock on my office door interrupts my thoughts. Is it finally him, because God help me I will scream. Sam comes in and let’s me know Mr. VIP is finally here. I hear some rustling before a young guy in his early 20s (maybe) comes in and the first thought that comes to mind is, this can’t be the guy. 

“Alpha, please come over here.” He says to someone outside. I can’t see who it is but I hear the clacking sound of his shoes hitting the tiled floor as he walks in.

The guy holds the door open for his boss, I’m guessing. I’m looking at his shiny black shoes and as if in a movie slow-mo, I slowly assess him from toe to head. Perfectly tailored slacks that house some nice strong legs, possibly muscular upper body-it's hard to tell with his coat, scruffy but tamed beard on his sharp jawline, and stone cold brown eyes to match.

For a second, my eyes don't leave his as the hair on my arms stand at attention and a chill runs through me. Damn, if he hadn’t wasted so much of my time and patience, I might even call him attractive. Scratch that, he was the definition of handsome. But seeing as he doesn’t seem even mildly apologetic for coming late, all I get is irritation at him for acting like he owns the place. He looks a lot younger than I had imagined but his name suits him. 

I couldn’t hold his freezing gaze much longer without being rude and pulled away. I stood up and put my hand out to shake his. He looks down at my hand, looks to the side and then sits down. The audacity was real. I also felt rejected. Weird but okay. But I am a professional and so, I gathered whatever was left of my patience, remembering my years of training and shook it off. This is going to be a longer day than yesterday. 

"What's your name?" he asks, just as I'm about to sit down.

Did he really just ask me that? I mean who makes an appointment with a doctor without knowing their name. Damn he was really getting to me. 

"Dr. Andrea Brown"

I think I hear him repeat it but it was so low, I could've imagined it. As I'm looking at him, he gets this faraway look as if he's talking to himself. I try and wave my hand in front of him and that seems to snap him out of whatever he was doing. Before I could continue he asks me another question.

“Are you going to do your job or should I just go to a different doctor?”

I snapped my eyes to him and couldn’t believe him. He looked at me like I was wasting HIS time. How dare he! Breathe Andrea, just breathe. I sit, square my shoulders, and clear my throat and look at the other gentleman.

“Are you Mr. Hunter’s spouse? Because if not, you sir need to wait-” 

“That’s my assistant and he will stay in the room with me as long as I’d like” He said in a gruff voice. Is he going to be like this throughout? What is this dude’s problem? Why make an appointment and ruin my schedule, only to show up with an aloof attitude? And can I PLEASE tell him that he’s in MY office not HIS DAMN HOUSE?

“Hi, my name is Josh Hudson, Dr. Brown,” he says while reaching for a handshake. At least his assistant seems nice.

Mr. Hunter clears his throat and Josh retracts his hand before I can even get mine up. I don’t know if my anger is unfounded or if this guy is really behaving like this. I haven’t done anything wrong, have I? GREAT, now he has me second guessing myself.

“So, Mr. Hudson, will you be speaking on behalf of Mr. Hunter?” I ask.

Josh was about to answer when Mr. Hunter cut him off, “No, I can speak for myself”

Okay so I pride myself for not being prejudiced but, this guy is throwing everything out the window. I mean I had to get a pass for this one, I raised my eyes silently pleading to the skies above. 

My thoughts are disrupted by fingers snapping in my face.

“Well are you going to say something?” Mr. Hunter inquired. 

Dammit, what did he say? Just go with it Andrea. “Yes, of course. Let me just collect some basic information about you.”

At this point, I just wanted this to be over, so we can both be on our merry way.

“Just fill out these forms and then we can begin our appointment,” I said as calmly as I could muster, my bedside manners getting lost by the minute.

He doesn’t even move to take them. Josh picks them up in his stead. 10 minutes later, Josh hands me the completed paperwork.

It just shows the basics, no allergies, no “bad” medical history, nothing out of the ordinary. 

“Is there anything else you’d like to add Mr. Hunter”

“No” His answer is clipped.

Well fine asshole, be that way jeez. Listen dude, I probably want you out of here before you want to leave, so the faster we cut the crap, the fast we both get what we want. 

I wish I could’ve said that to him. Instead I nod my head and move on.

“Now, what is the reason for today’s visit?”

“I am here for my annual physical.” 

“Alright Mr. Hunter, can you please take off your shoes and anything else that would alter the results and step on the scale so I can take your height and weight.”

“No.”

“I’m sorry?”

“No need. I know my height and weight, 6’ 3” and 195 lbs respectively.”

“I understand that Mr. Hunter but it is merely procedure to do this during an annual physical exam.”

I look to Josh and he seems to be pleading with his eyes to just let him be. I would but this guy is just being ridiculous. I am just trying to do my job. Noah huffs but does as asked and steps on the scale. If I thought he was fit before, I didn’t realize how much until I saw his shirt pressing against his arms and chest. Too bad he’s a total ass. No pretty face trumps personality in my book any day.

The scale reads 195 lbs exactly. My own equipment is taunting me.

“Like I said Dr. Brown, 195 lbs” he says, sounding smug.

Okay seriously, can I please just kick him down there just once.

I measure his height and read it out loud. “6’ 4.5”.” Okay maybe I sounded a little smug too but it did make his jaw clench. I promise, I am usually much more level headed than this. There is just something about this guy that makes me want to hit him with a pillow and mess his dang hair up.

I go ahead and do all the regular tests and ask him a series of questions. The whole process takes about 20 minutes but I swear it feels like it has been hours. The whole time he has his nose wrinkled in disgust and he avoids touching me. Did I forget to put on deodorant? I try to smell myself inconspicuously. Nope, still smells fresh. Ugh I really need him out of here.

“Okay, so all your vitals look clear Mr. Hunter and the remaining test results will be emailed to you. If there is anything out of the ordinary, we will call you. Other than that you are good to go.”

Before I even have the last word out, he is already out of his seat and out the door. Mr. Hudson stays behind a little longer.

“Sorry about Mr. Hunter.”

“Huh?” Looking up as confused as I can be “About what Mr. Hudson?”

He looks at me and I know he can sense the sarcasm. He smiles.

“Call me Josh,” he says, bringing his hand out to shake. I took it and gave it a brief shake.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault anyway, Josh.”

“It’s not your fault either. Mr. Hunter just doesn’t,” he seems to mull around for the right word and settles for, “like” doctors.

“What did they ever do to him?” My curiosity gets the best of me.

He seems to mull over his response but then continues with a thoughtful expression. “Honestly, I dunno I haven’t been his assistant that long but from what I’ve heard he doesn’t like doctors in general. Honestly, seeing him today like that was so weird. He’s usually a lot more approachable.”

“Hmm,” say digesting that piece of information, but that doesn’t give him an excuse to act the way he did. I didn’t do anything personally.

“As soon as I told him of today’s doctor’s appointment he didn’t seem very pleased. I don’t think he would have actually come if it wasn’t for his mother.” His phone starts vibrating, he looks up at me. “Sorry that’s the boss. I better go,” and out he goes.

As he leaves, I am now left wondering about the mountain of a man who turned my day around. Great, thanks a lot Josh. I mean I can’t blame him, he didn’t know about my curiosity and overthinking nature. It was great for school and stuff, not so good for social situations outside of work.

I don't have long to think about it as the patients start rolling in. Although, Mr. Noah Hunter stays in the back of my mind.