Help me, won`t you?

Chapter 6: Miles Apart, Hearts Afire

Letting her go was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Just as we were beginning to cross the threshold from doctor-patient to something real, something deep, she was gone. Eight long weeks without her by my side. She had left me with a recovery plan so intense—packed with procedures, medications, and physical therapy—that I initially thought I was her only patient. But when I was finally rolled into the hospital’s rehabilitation gym, I realized I wasn't alone. The room was filled with men like me, all fighting their own battles. I even made a few friends, or at least found people who understood the grit it took to reclaim a life.

But no matter how many people were around me, the silence in my soul was deafening without Lena. A few days after she left, I couldn't take it anymore. I had her number, and I wasn't going to wait around like a lovesick teenager. I decided to make the first move, as a man should.

Me (4:30 PM): "Hello, my Doctor. How are things going over there?"

There was a one-hour time difference, and for a long while, there was no reply. I tried to focus on my training session with Andrey, my physical therapist, but my mind was miles away in Europe. Finally, the phone buzzed.

Lena (6:45 PM): "Hi! Sorry for the delay. It’s been nothing but seminars since I landed. Why did I even come here? How are you? How is your recovery going?"

Me (6:47 PM): "You’re there to become even more brilliant, obviously. I’m doing okay, just counting down the minutes until these two months are over." Me (6:48 PM): "Lena... I miss you."

My heart hammered against my ribs as I watched the screen. I saw that she had read the messages, but the typing bubble didn't appear. I didn't want to push her, so I set the phone aside and tried to eat my dinner, though I had no appetite. Then, the distinct chime of a notification made me drop my fork and snatch the phone.

What I saw on the screen made my breath hitch.

Lena (7:15 PM): "I miss you too." Lena (7:16 PM): [Sent a Photo]

I lost my breath. The words "I miss you too" were enough to send my head spinning, but the photo... the photo was a masterpiece of temptation. She was wearing black lace lingerie, with a thin silk robe draped over her shoulders that hid absolutely nothing. Her curves, her high breasts, the elegant line of her hips—she was everything I desired. I shifted in my chair, trying to adjust the sudden, painful ache in my pants.

Lena (7:30 PM): "Hey, are you still there? Everything okay?"

Me (7:31 PM): "Do you want the honest answer? Or should I lie?"

Lena (7:32 PM): "I’d much prefer the truth, of course."

Me (7:34 PM): "I’m currently trying to find a comfortable position for the massive erection in my boxers while trying to gather enough brain cells to write something intelligent. You’ve left me speechless. I need you here."

Lena (7:36 PM): "You know, I’ve never actually had 'phone s*x' before... ;)"

Me (7:40 PM): "Honey, are you trying to get me moved to the cardiology ward? My heart can't take this. I’m ready to buy a ticket and fly to you right now."

Lena (7:43 PM): "This robe feels unnecessary. It’s sliding off my shoulders so easily... the cool air from the balcony is hitting my skin. It’s giving me goosebumps, and my n*****s are hardening against the lace of my bra."

"Damn it, girl, what are you doing to me?" I growled out loud, rubbing my bald head. If I had any hair left, I’d be pulling it out from the sheer tension.

Me (7:50 PM): "Lena, darling... you’re waking a beast. My boxers can't hold me anymore. I need your hands on me. I need you here so I could kiss every inch of your body, taste every part of you."

Lena (7:59 PM): "The lingerie is in the way. I’m taking off the top... Ah, that feels better. I’m touching my breasts now, squeezing them. I wish it were your hands instead. I want to sit on top of you, feeling my wet skin against your hard heat."

That was it. I was done. For the second time because of this woman, I had to take matters into my own hands. I shoved my pants and boxers down, freeing my aching member. I began to stroke myself, my mind filled with the image of her—messy hair, flushed skin, her voice moaning my name. I wanted to be inside her, feeling her walls tighten around me as she reached her peak.

Me (8:10 PM): "I can't take it anymore. I’m forced to finish this myself. I want to be deep inside you, hearing you scream my name, feeling your orgasm ripple through you."

I closed my eyes, visualizing her arched back and swollen lips. A few more frantic strokes and I groaned, a hot release hitting my hand. "My girl... I need you," I whispered to the empty room.

Lena (8:23 PM): "I’m sliding my panties aside now, my fingers finding my center. I’m so wet, Igor. I’m craving you. I’m rubbing myself, moving faster and faster while my other hand squeezes my breast... I’m shaking... I’m crashing into it. I wish you could see what you do to me."

Me (8:27 PM): "My sweet girl, I can't wait for you to come home. I won't let you sleep a wink on our first night together."

Lena (8:33 PM): "I miss you so much. But I have to sleep now—it’s been a long day and I have to call you tomorrow. Goodnight. And don't you dare slack off on your treatment; I'm still watching you."

Me (8:35 PM): "Goodnight, beautiful. Sleep well. I miss you."

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, sleep a thousand miles away. That conversation had changed everything. We hadn't officially labeled "us" yet, but I knew I wasn't just a patient to her anymore. Tomorrow, I’d have to talk to her, to lay it all out. I needed to know we had a real shot at a future.

I just hoped Fedya wouldn't notice the dark circles under my eyes when he visited tomorrow. He’d know exactly why I hadn't slept, and I’d never hear the end of it.