The miracle of a blow - 1

Dear reader, I find it necessary, not mandatory, but of great reason that you pay very close attention to every word penned, while I tell you the story of how I fell for him, and how it all went downhill, thereon.

For you see, it all began that summer night...

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"Spread your legs wide"

I froze at the break of those words, eyes gaping at the fellow propped before me.

Not even being spared a moment to recall the events of the past hour, and here I found myself trying to accommodate the presence of this figure.

I gaped at that profile away.

Those green, hawk-like eyes still remained as intense as they had been the minute I was rushed into the E.R.

And however bewildered I appeared to be, Doctor Valentino seemed a huge contrast to my own being.

He bore such flat demeanor that had me wondering how a person could be this comported after witnessing a girl bleed to her death right before him, and another now brought in for him to tend to.

His eyes remained paused on my figure, those plump lips opening up and closing while he muttered whatever words to me, which at this point were indecipherable to my ears, for you see, the minute Doctor Valentino had been assigned to me, I had taken my focus off my current pain, onto admiring the Mister before me.

Doctor Valentino was a man in his early thirties, the only figure in City Hall hospital whose name was always on the lips of all.

Rumored to have been sent here all the way from Italy all for work and research, it didn't take long for the ladies of the land of the free to come pining over the Mister.

Perhaps, it could be just how efficient he was at his job, but between you and I, I believed it was of the fact that the ladies couldn't get their eyes off him.

Loose Lorettes! The lot of them!

There was this gossip flying around town that women ended up in City Hall, just so they could have a moment around the Gentleman.

I wasn't one to believe such squabbles.

Bullshit! I used to deem it, not until an hour ago, I found myself in an accident, which ended up bringing me before this gorgeous figure of a Sir.

He bore such mystifying gaze which would have one wanting to uncover more, and darn it!, how that voice of his sent tingles to the skin of my ears.

I couldn't tell if my body turning numb was of the injection administered to me, or of the fact that this fellow now had himself a feet away from my perplexed form.

Who didn't know of Dr. Valentino?— the Gentleman who had been employed at City Hall nine months ago, the one who since his arrival in this town, had saved over a hundred lives, the same one who people wondered why he chose to remain single despite how smashing, collected and good-mannered the young man was.

It was the same Dr. Valentino who received love notes from girls bypassing the hospital. And it was that very same man I was now laid before.

"Ma'am, please spread your legs wide" That mellow tone of a voice brushed past my earlobes once again.

If you listened closely, you could catch the accent which came laced with his words, one which was dangerously scintillating, and managing to pry my eyes open this time, I was met with the watchful green gaze of the Man.

Figure positioned in between my legs, which I now had spread apart, I struggled not to shudder at the situation.

I still could feel the blood trickling down there, and I could tell you I was only a minute from passing out, but for some reason, the presence of this not-so-much-a-stranger seemed to have me wide awake.

Believe me, it was only a medical examination, some physical test the hospital had deemed necessary in order to clarify what exactly was wrong, but I tell you, naughty, misjudging, deluded ol' me chose to construct ideas of the scene.

I watched him.

He watched me.

I averted my gaze, whereas, he remained in that position, plainly staring at me.

"Is all well, Miss Sanders?"

I cleared my throat at the mutter of his words, managing to peer into that unfaltering scrutiny he bore.

"May I request for a female doctor?"

Perhaps my words were just enough to slap the shock to his core, for in a second, that calm profile now shifted to chaotic.

His gaze remained strained on me, accessing my form, and with a weak sigh, I watched him take the stethoscope off his ears, placing his attention solely on me.

"What's the name again?" He enquired.

"Olivia" I dropped.

"Olivia" He pronounced, giving a nod.

He cleared his throat, pulling himself even closer to me, like our proximity was just not enough to have all of me compressed.

"However discomforting you might find this, I'm afraid I'm the only doctor available now to tend to this emergency" He let out, gaze pensive on me.

"It's not regular I get assigned to female patients, especially in cases like... He cleared his throat, having a glance at the pool of blood formed by my legs...like this" He spoke.

"But I assure you, I'll do my best to have you comfortable"

And believe me, just those words were enough to leave me churned.

"Now please Miss Sanders, may I request your permission to go on?"

Those keen eyes of his examined my faltering ones.

It could be just how pensive the gaze he bore was, perhaps it was how soothing his voice got, but at his last utterance, I gave a nod, laying my head back while Dr. Valentino assumed his position.

In that minute, I felt a rush of emotions—Confused, battered, apprehensive, wrecked.

And with mind having a battle of its own, I just couldn't part with the events that landed me in the E.R.

Even now, I still could see those images flashing in my head, and what was most wrecking were the tears which threatened to claim me at every growing second.

Well, that was until I felt something prick at my heart, and a pinch on the skin of my vulva

And that was when I found myself frozen.