BROKEN REFLECTIONS

"I am not feeling well, Gorge. I feel dizzy and my stomach hurts", "Dude, you will be fine. Here, drink one more beer." At that moment, the one thing I wanted to do more than throw up is beat the s**t out of my dumbass friend Gorge. " I am going home. See you tomorrow." is all I can say before going out of the bar towards my car. contemplating between ordering a cab or driving. I don't feel like I am intoxicated enough, but I definitely have an upset stomach, and I still decided to drive back home. While driving back, all I can think is how hard life is now that I'm 25. I even think that my alcohol tolerance has decreased, somehow or there was something wrong with that beer. I hope I don't have alcohol poisoning. But that became the least of my problems when I almost ran into a car and had to drift my steering wheel away and end up hitting a tree. To this day, I don't know if the person in the other car was high and was coming the wrong way or if I was too high to even acknowledge that I was the stupid person behind the wheel being high. all I can remember afterward is having a headache and hearing the ambulance's siren. in retrospect, I think this sounds like a tragic turn of events but at that time, I believe all, I could think of was how cute my attending doctor was. Dr. Harper Evans. that's what is written on her coat. right now she is just reading my file which does not portray me as a responsible adult at all. Drinking and driving doesn't seem like something that can impress my newfound crush with. when she finished she came towards me with hair flying romantically and a smile on her rosy lips and Fallin' All in You playing in the background. OK OK that did not happen but it did happen in my imagination. she had her hair pulled up in some kind of bun, by looking at it I can say that they are long enough to reach her waist maybe. and she does smile while coming towards me but a professional one. the first thing that she says "Hello Mr. Bennet, myself Dr. Harper Evans, I am going to ask you simple questions to rule out any chances of concussion" To that all I could do was nod my head. "what's your full name?" "Nathan Knox Bennet" "Great, what is your age?" "ooh trying to get my age, I see" The moment it came out of my mouth I regretted it. she gave me some questionable eyes and I tried damage control. "sorry, didn't mean it, it's 25, and looks like if it's not a conclusion there is still something wrong" I tried to chuckle but no luck, can't blame her it was so lame. "ooh ok" it's all she said before moving to the next question. "do you know where you are right now?" " yes, I am at st Thomas' Hospital" "what time of the day it is?" "Seems like around 11 a.m." "today's date and year?" "Second October 2023" she asked me some more questions and I just answered them without making a fool out of me. but, swear to god she has a very attractive personality or I can say aura. after writing on her pad she looked up at me gave me a breathtaking smile of hers and said "Mr. Bennet, it looks like you don't have a conclusion, just some bruises on your head and it should be fine in a week or 2 and you are free to go home and if you have questions I encourage you to ask them" I had so many questions for her like 'what's your middle name? where are you from? where did you get your degree? how was your childhood? did you have a favorite toy growing up that you couldn't survive without?' but I can't because that's how you end up in a mental asylum. so I went with a simple one. "first of all Thank you for taking care of me. and if you don't mind I would love to take you out for a cup of coffee" risky.... risky..... risky.... she gave me a tight lip smile so I knew the answer before she gave me one. but I still waited "Uh I am flattered Mr. Bennet but I have to decline your offer as I don't go out with my patients" and I just nodded and said " Hey, no problem. if it's in our destiny we might meet again, you'll never know" too bold of a statement. She smiled went back to her work and moved to another patient. finally after an hour, Gorge came to pick me up from the hospital and his first sentence was enough to annoy me " You can't keep your liquor down can you" and he gave me a sorry looks. I hate this guy but I love him too as he is my best friend. so, instead of saying anything I just rolled my eyes at him and sat in the car. in the car, he started asking how this happened. I told him whatever pieces I could recall. and then I told him about my cute attending doctor Harper Evans. God I love her name. and to all of it Gorge said "Hey man, seems like you liked this doctor girl. Now, even I wanna see her. What do you think about me faking injury and go and see her?" he started teasing me but, to be honest, seems like a good idea to fake an injury just to see her one more time. who knows what I decide. "so jokes aside, how hot this doctor chick is?" and one more thing about Gorge he doesn't respect women as much as he should. "I have no idea how you got Trista to marry you" and yes he is married to Trista. he laughed at that "Maybe she is a little crazy" and made his face look like he was considering it. "As****e".