My doctor

Cap 3

The day was passing too fast. Suffice it to mention that right now I was leaving school after having said goodbye to Renata and making my way to the destination whose goal brought me with a knot in my stomach. A strange feeling that made me remember eighth grade when my friend literally dragged me to the place where the boy I liked was and insisted that it be direct and once and for all and declared me... Oh my God, what a shameful moment. I lowered my head by releasing a swarm.

She is so direct and clear, she says what she thinks and at any time, her words do not have much process in her head because they are already ready in her mouth to be expelled. And it is that she has a unique beauty that allows her to do that and much more, the boys eat by her hand and throw themselves on a bridge if she wants to. This has always been the case and I would continue to do it. His blue eyes dazzled next to his sun-colored hair, making his white skin shine much brighter. Yes. That's my friend. The opposite of Mary Hamilton in every way.

Then the cell phone in my blouse made the alert sound of a text message.

They loved the gift to my parents.

I smiled at Thomas' message, we had been searching the mall for hours until we found a beautiful painting by a Mexican artist entitled Feria de Intercambio.

At that moment another message was coming.

"Thank you for the tedious search."

"Don't worry, I'm glad you liked it."

I pressured to send.

Suddenly a fleeting memory appeared in my mind.

"I suspect that he will never be able to get close to you, he is a coward because I know he likes you, but on the other hand you are too, what's wrong with you insinuating a boy?" he booed annoyed. "What do you lose? Nothing. What do you want? Maybe a lot. - I'm just saying very serious."

Can you insinuate me? I thought. That is totally foreign to my way of being, completely opposed to my personality, but, what if I did it? What happened if I played a little? Of course not. Was she a coward? Totally. In my head you can hear my internal voices arguing, deliberating between good and bad, right and wrong... but what could be more?

I watched my environment and I was already outside the doctor's office. I sighed.

And while I was here I understood something, I'm only seventeen years old, what is good and bad? What's right and wrong? Should I have known? Of course not, at my age I have the right to do that kind of madness that one remembers with the grandchildren many years later, right? How bad could a more cunning Mary turn out?

The voice in my head left the question in the air and I decidedly made an entrance through the electric sensor doors.

And it was time for that handsome doctor to meet her, wasn't it? Take a breath.

Passing through the reception, I went to the second floor by the stairs. Stepping on the last step I came across the cozy waiting room in which there were only three people. I looked for a seat away from the last ones and waited. My stomach is a knot in the bearing of my fist and I feel it pushing more and more. Am I sure what I want to do?

It was when the door in front of the front posts opened and that beauty of a man peeked out calling a name that did not correspond to mine. Unfortunately. Then, yes, after the named woman passed by him her eyes, they perceived mine in a fleeting act accompanied by a smile. My legs literally trembled next to an oppression in my chest that brought with it a strange tingling in my stomach. Then quickly my lips formed a smile, a stupid and genuine smile. Anyway, at the moment I was here, waiting for the call that would really make me make the uncoherent decision that was circulating in my head. Well, yes, that's the most reasonable thing about all this madness, isn't it?

I let my backpack rest in the dark blue chair next to me and let go of my head back where the wall was, took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I need to relax a little, but I don't know how to really do it. That nerve tie that I felt in my belly was completely different from the one I felt minutes before a presentation in front of the class, I took a deep breath again... but hearing his voice even with my eyes closed did not help in nothing. I jumped up.

- Miss Hamilton? - I felt some confidence with your call.

I got up taking my things until I got next to her at the door waiting for me to enter her small room.

Forcing me not to stand there like a lost bird, I let go of my backpack on one of the chairs behind the handsome doctor's desk. Now with tranquility and a little elegance I sat in the empty place that was left.

"Then tell me, Mary, how did you feel?" Have your medications helped you?" He dropped back into his reclining chair.

So? What was the decision? For a moment I was blank watching him.

"Yes!" "mayve I let go higher than normal. "Shot!" "Yes," I repeated more calmly, "they have caused an incredible effect on my back..."

From the little, from the little.

"That's very good, do you think the massages are necessary?" he returned to a more appropriate posture to start writing in his notebook.

"The truth is that..." I stumbled upon my words when I forgot the purpose. "I think they are very necessary since I want to be completely healed."

I felt so stupid.

"You have answered correctly, massages are very important because they will relax the area and leave everything in good condition." However, for a minute I thought you would say otherwise..." he smiled while I kept writing, I don't know what nonsense anymore.

And that gesture was enough to show my teeth in a big, somewhat embarrassed smile. He is very smart. He looked up for a few seconds and I kept his gaze very hard when suddenly suddenly that light that brings with him his face faded, his eyebrows descended and his eyes narrowed, he did not stop observing me carefully while on the other hand I did not stop doing it either. But suddenly he blinked abandoning that strange expression, his frown faded for when he was walking to the stretcher on his side.

I f****d hard.

"Well, now I'll ask you to take off your blouse and leave your back up..."

I stood up and left to remove the tie from my neck until then I went unbuttoning my white school blouse slowly, reaching up to the button of the sleeves the work was already completed, now I was only in a bra standing there. This felt totally embarrassing, but it had to have dominion over the situation and also some maturity.

"...When you're ready..." she turned after maneuvering the machine and well... I was ready. He politely, but somewhat unprofessional, took his eyes away from me. Then I felt some mastery... the device is ready, you can settle around here.

Taking a few steps I was already comfortable as he says on the fairly hard stretcher, followed by some cold appliances that came out from the top of the ceiling in the room touched my skin. The massage started.

"That feels great," I'll close my eyes for a moment. When I opened them, the man in a white coat was already sitting at his desk.

"It will last thirty minutes, that's enough for today, you can relax without any problem and rest this half an hour..." the voice that came to my ears was clearly harder.

"Would talking be wrong?" I looked at him from the side.

"Do you want to chat?" he looked at me for a few seconds hiding some fun in his eyes.

I looked for the right word for a few moments, a word that would fuel interest.

"Truly, I would love to..." I said.

"What do you want to chat with?" he frowned without taking his eyes off his papers. Apparently he signed them.

"How old are you?" He looked at me sideways," you look very young... "my tongue was loosening.

"I am, I am only twenty-seven," he raised his eyebrows, wrinkled a piece of paper in his hands and leaned back to throw it in the small garbage pot near his feet.

"Oh, wow... it's been several years in the body," it was my turn to raise my eyebrows.

The twenty-seven-year-old man, apparently very busy in his chair, turned in my direction.

"There are clearly many by your side..." I felt mockery and something else in his words. Obviously, I'm not even of legal age.

"Clearly..." I raised an eyebrow ignoring it. "Is your girlfriend also a doctor?" the conversation had to continue.

"Is the talk based on my private life?" he said a laugh.

"Oh, come on," I smiled too, "I'm not a psychopath," the talk became more and more relaxed. I think he allowed this, but even without looking at my eyes directly.

"And that's completely correct," he said.

"Of course," I smiled without showing my teeth and sank my head into the mattress right where my arms embraced my head.

Seeing myself in this situation kept surprising me and believing that it's crazy. The more traditional Mary wouldn't even have said a word.

I Kept my face in the dark for a few seconds and looked at him again. To my surprise, he was watching me attentively from his seat. Keeping my eyes on his own, he spoke.

"Most people when they are in your position fall asleep in the second minute or growl from the pain, probably both of them," he rolled his eyes with a pinch of fun, almost imperceptible. "I end up waking them up from his little nap." He settled back in his inclined chair to one side. Where I was lying. - Let's see what your reaction will be - he let out a smile as he touched his forehead.

"We'll see," he joked.

But he's right, I guess. I'm totally looking forward to trying to flirt with that exactly on my back. But now that it was mentioned... if it hurt a little, nothing exaggerated but rather relaxing, I'm sure that if another was the story with another doctor and all that, I would also be waking up from a deep sleep.

Shook my head and I let my imagination rest with my head resting on the stretcher and my eyes closed...

"I'll see if something is wrong..." he stood up and came up to me after what apparently it was a few minutes. "The 30 minutes have passed," he said when he saw my face trying to figure out what he was doing.

"Is it a joke?" I raised my dark and populated eyebrows a little.

"No, it's not..." I intentionally make a laugh in his face as he let me get out of the machine.

Then there was a little silence that he apparently did not intend to end.

By the time everything was ready, he went back to his desk. Then I understood and deduced that I should take my white blouse and put it on my back, first one arm to continue with the other, I buttoned them from top to bottom...

"This should help a lot in your back pain, Mary, but it's something constant, I'm talking about about four or five sessions, leaving out the medications you should take every time you feel a discomfort, so your recovery will not be so prolonged, on that side you can be calm," he took a breath, as today was a first massage session you must also come next You can watch the schedule to your liking, as long as it is before seven in the afternoon...

I got off the stretcher and took my things from the chair in front of his desk.

"I understand... before seven o'clock. Do I have to take the time at the reception or can you leave it on schedule?

He thought about it for a few seconds.

"I can leave you scheduled, are you sure of the time?" his eyes said.

"Yes, I can take them at six, so it doesn't interfere with my classes."

"Okay," he wrote that out on a white paper with the logo of the hospital in the center. "That would be all for today, Mary."

"Of course," I said, feeling dissatisfied, "we meet again on Tuesday, Doctor.

"In case of anything strange you feel, don't hesitate to come back sooner, okay?" I nodded naively trying to decipher a subliminal message in her phrase, which I knew I wouldn't find. - See you soon...

With just a nod and a small smile I opened the door and left the room, releasing retained air that I undoubtedly knew was there from the moment I entered, I blinked slower and decided to continue my way trying to distract ideas from my head; such as having to act and being more insistent than usual with a person who is completely stranger to the next sessions. I shaved my head with one hand taking the stairs to the first floor. I quickly lowered them and left the place with such white walls.

A cooler air hit my face making me shudder. All next to a small jump.

"Mary?" she wrinkled her forehead strangely.

"Renata," I said, raising my eyebrows smiling with my mouth closed and recovering from the print.

A third next to my friend looked at us even more strangely.

"Oh, yes." I see my eyes, "Mary introduced you to Bruno and you Bruno, I introduce you to my friend Mary." They are presented and known.

"How are you?" he let loose animatedly with a smile on his face bigger than himself.

However, I wasn't so expressive.

"Very well, thank you..." I had no idea who this guy was with whom my friend hadn't even mentioned me.

I felt that there was a betrayal involved. Then it came to my mind that I hadn't told him how handsome my doctor was. Maybe I shouldn't complain.

"But I'm already a little late, my friend." See you tomorrow, okay?" he nodded. "A pleasure... Bruno. Enjoy the afternoon - I smiled and approached Renata's cheek. - Let me know when you're home.

"Don't worry," he rolled his eyes, "be careful along the way."