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It was late Friday, almost time to go home. Angel peeked into her sack at the things she had purchased over lunch hour. She giggled to herself and stuffed the bag into her tote to take home. As she was leaving the locker/break room, she saw Doctor Brooks heading out the back door. “Isn’t it just like him to leave without saying goodbye, bye, see you in the morning, or even **** you,” she mumbles to herself. She quickly walks into the office to sign out on her time sheet.
Kim, the secretary, says, “Not so fast, there is a patient in room one.”
“What?! Doctor Brooks just high-tailed it out the back door.” Angel looked at Kim with disbelief on her face. “What in the world am I suppose to do? Did the shithead even go in to see ‘em?”
Laughing so hard tears were coming out of her eyes, Kim gasps out, “No. I just took him in there just a few minutes ago. No one has been in there to see him, yet.”
“Great! That’s just loverly! I hate it when the doc does this to me. Can you tell I love the man?” Angel says with more than a little sarcasm.
“Don’t get too bent out of shape, I don’t think there is much wrong with him. Sounds like he has the same stuff that everybody has been coming in with.” Kim grabs her purse and heads towards the door. “I will lock up on the way out so no one comes in. Have a good weekend, Angel, and enjoy your overtime!”
“Oh yeah, sure, so you’re leaving me too,” Angel laughs, “Have a good weekend, yourself, Kim!” Angel walks to exam room one’s door and pulls out the chart opening it up to look at it while walking in the room.
“Sorry for the wait, sir, how can I help you today?” Angel is still looking at the chart. She sets it down on the counter continuing to read as she takes her tote off her shoulder and sticks it under the counter. She bends over to get the thermometer out of the drawer. As she is getting the supplies out, she feels a tingle along her spine. “Oh, lovely,” she thinks to herself, “another dirty old man.” Orneriness fills her as she purposefully sticks her tush out more and wiggles her hips just a little; but not so much that it would be seen as intentional. She also unzips her top a little more to show her cleavage. “I might as well give the poor old guy a thrill,” she thinks.
“I think I may have the same thing that’s been going around,” a soft gravely voice says, “So I shouldn’t be much trouble.”
Angel puts the supplies down on the counter. She realizes that he heard her exchange with Kim. She blushes, looking at the floor as she turns to face him, “It sounds like you overheard Kim and I. I’m sorry about that. Please, don’t take offense.” She slowly raises her eyes to see a very nice looking man maybe a little older then her. Her eyes widen as she visibly gulps. His intense blue eyes look into hers as a wry grin crosses his lips.
“I don’t mind. I just want to get well. I am tired of coughing, and this sore throat is killing me.” He ground out.
“I will try to make this as quick and painless as possible. I know you don’t feel well, so I will try to ask you simple yes or no questions so you don’t have to speak too much. I see on your chart that your name is Michael, is that right?”
“Yes, ma’am, it is.”
“Michael, I’m Angel. I didn’t see much on your chart. Is this your first visit here?” Michael nodded yes. Angel reached for a cup to get Michael a glass of water. “Would you like some water?” He nodded again. Angel handed him the cup of water and he slowly drank. She could tell that it was hurting his throat to drink. “You poor thing, you have it pretty bad, don’t you?” He looked up at her with sad puppy dog eyes, and nodded yes again. The look on his face was so comical that Angel giggled. Michael’s eyes lit up as he smiled. Angel could see the twinkle of mischief in those blue eyes, lightly tinted with gray.
Angel caught herself staring into Michael’s eyes. She blushed and reached for the blood pressure cuff. “We better your get your blood pressure and temperature taken.” She carefully slipped the cuff over his arm. She could feel tingles of heat radiating through her fingertips, continuing to move up her arms, as the tips of her fingers came in contact with his skin. She tried to suppress the sexual energy flowing through her. It seemed like time started to slow down. Seconds extended into hours. As she tightened the cuff around his arm, his head turned towards her. His eyes were looking down into her cleavage. She could feel the heat of the blush on her cheeks travel down to the tops of her breasts. Her heart started to race. Her breathing became physically labored. She pumped up the cuff, and focused her energy on concentrating to get his blood pressure.
In the middle of the reading, Michael says to her in almost a whisper, “Are you ok? You seem to be a little--distraught.”
“Ummm…” she looked at him a little dumbfounded. “Oh!” she exclaimed as she jumped a little. She quickly grabbed the chart and a pen to write down his blood pressure and slowly set it back down again realizing she had forgotten to count. “I am so sorry. I am going to have to take your pressure again. For some reason I have forgotten the numbers.” She looked at him from under her lashes a slightly embarrassed, slightly sensual smile crossing her lips. She walked over to him again pumping up the monitor, only this time standing slightly behind him so she could concentrate. “Your blood pressure is a little high. Is it normally a little high?” she asked him as she quickly wrote down the numbers on the sheet.
“Considering the state I am in, high is normal,” Michael said.
Angel looked at him with a question in her eyes. She blushed as she realized he was not talking about being sick. “Let’s get your temperature taken.” She took the ear thermometer and quickly took his temp. She thought to herself, “Thank God, I don’t have to concentrate to do this!” She wrote his temp down on the chart. “Your temperature is a little high too, 100.1 degrees. What other symptoms are you having besides the sore throat, fever, and coughing?”
“That is pretty much it.” Michael grinned.
“You know my Grandma always said the best cure for what’s ailing you is a shot or two of Schnapps.” Angel said as she stepped a little closer to him.
He shook his head no. “Can’t drink it.” She looked at him with her eyebrows raised. “Alcoholic in recovery.” She nodded.
“Formula 44 D?” He shook his head again. “Alka-Seltzer Plus?”
“Cant stand it.” Michael’s leg moved to wrap around Angel’s pulling her closer still.
“Thera-Flu?”
“Even worse.”
“You are definitely in bad shape then, aren’t you? Could you pull your shirt up, please? I need to listen to your lungs.” Angel said as she took the stethoscope and held it to the right side of his chest after Michael had taken off his shirt tossing it onto a chair. “Take a deep breath for me, please.” As he breathed in deep, his left hand fell to her waist, pulling her a little closer still. She moved the stethoscope to the left side of his chest her eyes falling closed trying to
“I think I may have the same thing that’s been going around,” a soft gravely voice says, “So I shouldn’t be much trouble.”
Angel puts the supplies down on the counter. She realizes that he heard her exchange with Kim. She blushes, looking at the floor as she turns to face him, “It sounds like you overheard Kim and I. I’m sorry about that. Please, don’t take offense.” She slowly raises her eyes to see a very nice looking man maybe a little older then her. Her eyes widen as she visibly gulps. His intense blue eyes look into hers as a wry grin crosses his lips.
“I don’t mind. I just want to get well. I am tired of coughing, and this sore throat is killing me.” He ground out.
“I will try to make this as quick and painless as possible. I know you don’t feel well, so I will try to ask you simple yes or no questions so you don’t have to speak too much. I see on your chart that your name is Michael, is that right?”
“Michael, I’m Angel. I didn’t see much on your chart. Is this your first visit here?” Michael nodded yes. Angel reached for a cup to get Michael a glass of water. “Would you like some water?” He nodded again. Angel handed him the cup of water and he slowly drank. She could tell that it was hurting his throat to drink. “You poor thing, you have it pretty bad, don’t you?” He looked up at her with sad puppy dog eyes, and nodded yes again. The look on his face was so comical that Angel giggled. Michael’s eyes lit up as he smiled. Angel could see the twinkle of mischief in those blue eyes, lightly tinted with gray.
Angel caught herself staring into Michael’s eyes. She blushed and reached for the blood pressure cuff. “We better your get your blood pressure and temperature taken.” She carefully slipped the cuff over his arm. She could feel tingles of heat radiating through her fingertips, continuing to move up her arms, as the tips of her fingers came in contact with his skin. She tried to suppress the sexual energy flowing through her. It seemed like time started to slow down. Seconds extended into hours. As she tightened the cuff around his arm, his head turned towards her. His eyes were looking down into her cleavage. She could feel the heat of the blush on her cheeks travel down to the tops of her breasts. Her heart started to race. Her breathing became physically labored. She pumped up the cuff, and focused her energy on concentrating to get his blood pressure.
“Ummm…” she looked at him a little dumbfounded. “Oh!” she exclaimed as she jumped a little. She quickly grabbed the chart and a pen to write down his blood pressure and slowly set it back down again realizing she had forgotten to count. “I am so sorry. I am going to have to take your pressure again. For some reason I have forgotten the numbers.” She looked at him from under her lashes a slightly embarrassed, slightly sensual smile crossing her lips. She walked over to him again pumping up the monitor, only this time standing slightly behind him so she could concentrate. “Your blood pressure is a little high. Is it normally a little high?” she asked him as she quickly wrote down the numbers on the sheet.
“Considering the state I am in, high is normal,” Michael said.
“That is pretty much it.” Michael grinned.
“You know my Grandma always said the best cure for what’s ailing you is a shot or two of Schnapps.” Angel said as she stepped a little closer to him.
He shook his head no. “Can’t drink it.” She looked at him with her eyebrows raised. “Alcoholic in recovery.” She nodded.
“Formula 44 D?” He shook his head again. “Alka-Seltzer Plus?”
“Cant stand it.” Michael’s leg moved to wrap around Angel’s pulling her closer still.
“Thera-Flu?”
“Even worse.”
