Loving The Billionaire Footballer

Checkup

Summer woke up the following morning, feeling groggy. Deciding it was a result of having too much wine the previous night, she went into the bathroom and splashed water on her face before staring at her reflection. Green eyes stared back at her. While growing up, her father had always said that the color of her eyes was like a vast field of fresh vegetables. Since her father loved leafy foods and greens, the comparison had not surprised her. Now remembering it, she laughed softly, shaking her head humorously at the memories. How she missed the touch of her parents and sisters.

Her phone vibrated; she reached for it. A text from Babs, the doctor at D'Light hospital where she worked, popped up. The text was straightforward:

'Good morning sleepy head. I want you to be in charge of Mr. Eric's home checkup. I won't be around today until twelve so please take care of things until I get back. Thank you.'

She peered at the screen until the message sank in. She was going to be in charge of Desmond's checkup! A feeling of excitement coursed through her veins as she thought of how close she was going to be to her fantasy. She hastily showered and jumped into her clothes before hitting the road.

As soon as she arrived, Summer went straight into her office and ordered some doughnuts and coffee then plopped down on her chair and went through Desmond's file. She had gone through it several times before now, but she wanted to check the details again. His injuries were nothing serious. Just a slight crack to his shin and some bruises on his back. He was sure to be okay in a month or so under close medical supervision since his vital organs were perfect and his medical history okay. A knock sounded on the door and a nurse came in with a tray containing what she ordered. She placed it on the table and looked at Summer. "Good morning Miss Harrison. Jed is here for his appointment."

"Huh? Isn't Jed's appointments on Tuesdays?"

"Um, yesterday you told me to send a message telling him you pushed it to today since you were so tired."

Summer palmed her face in remembrance. Of course, she did, but a certain footballer clouded most of her thoughts throughout the previous day. "Please let him in."

As the nurse walked out, Summer quickly rooted out Jed's file and glanced at it. The boy had been diagnosed with a brain tumor, and since he was just twelve, the surgeons couldn't carry out an extensive search during his surgery. Though it relieved him a little, a year later, the tumors were coming back, this time with dizziness and fatigue. So she usually had a weekly chat with him to know how he was feeling and monitor his state of health. She was now getting to like the boy a lot. She cleared the table and looked up when she heard the door open.

"Good morning Miss Harrison."

Summer smiled. "Good morning Jed." She frowned when she discovered he was alone. "Where's your mom?"

"She is in the waiting room. Said she didn't wasn't to disturb us."

"That was very thoughtful of her. Please have a seat." She motioned to one of the chairs. As soon as he was settled, she assessed him. He was no longer sickly white and pale. She could see that he had gained some color and was looking fresh. That was a good sign. "So, Jed how are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling better than last week. Though I still have the headaches once in a while."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine." She smiled at him and the boy nodded shyly.

"Do the headaches still affect your performance at school?"

"Hmm, yeah. Most times, I'm excused to go home whenever it gets worse. Alice, my friend always comes home to check on me when it happens."

"Hmm." Summer nodded and smiled. She didn't push the conversation further. This was the first time he opened up to her about anything personal. It seemed he was beginning to warm up to her. "Okay, now I'll like to run a test on you. Let's go." She led him to a nurse who collected his blood and took it to the lab to run some tests. After giving out instructions, Summer took him to the waiting room and handed him to the mother. The results of the tests were going to be ready the following day and she was eager to know if they were making any progress. The boy waved shyly as he walked out, and Summer waved back, laughing at how cute he looked. As they were leaving Dr. Babs came in.

"Now look who's the boss," he joked as he sighted her.

She turned her face the other way and snorted. "You said twelve. It's almost one."

"Oh, come on. You know how terrible traffic can be."

"Traffic? Or you had a very late night." She wriggled her brows and the doctor laughed.

"Are you implying that I got laid last night?"

"No one said that. I thought you were up all night sorting files."

They both laughed and summer indicated she had to go check on Desmond.

"Yes, you are excused. You don't know how happy I am that you agreed to help me out with this. I don't trust these other nurses."

Summer was beginning to doubt if she could trust herself around the billionaire footballer. She smiled and shrugged. "It's nothing as long as we're helping and saving lives, don't you always say that?"

The doctor laughed. "Yeah. You can take my car." He reached into his pocket and dug out his keys which he dumped in her palms. "Just to ensure you're there on time. Don't want to give out a bad impression of ourselves now, do we?"

Summer thanked him, grabbed her bag from the office, and after making sure her makeup was revived, she drove out of the hospital's premises, keeping her eyes on the address copied out of Desmond's file. When she first started her job here as head nurse, Babs was the one who helped her understand her job better. He had later asked her out which she bluntly refused on the account that she was just coming out of a hectic relationship. Then, he begged for them to just be friends, and she agreed. From that time, she had avoided men and turned down all requests and invitations. She had made a promise to herself not to fall foolishly in love with anyone again. But the billionaire footballer was now making her doubt if she could still keep that promise.