Medicine
(Not a werewolf story!)
A reminder, you need to read the book “HIS PUMPKIN-BOOK 1” to understand this story... Feel free to check my profile. Thanks!
NOTED: please, please, please, read the first book first, this is NOT a ‘stand-alone’ book…
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Aiden POV
Her face is free from any make-up and black hair blended with some silvery color is in a tight bun. Her long clean-cut white coat reaches below her knees. The stethoscope is hooked in her ears and pressed the gray diaphragm into my chest.
I bring in the air as per her instruction, three times, and she listens to my rib case. Her face cracks into a soft smile like a caring mother before she removes the cold instrument in my chest and taps my shoulder. At that sign, I button my polo shirt while I am sitting on the edge of the long bed beside her clinic door.
“Are you taking your medicine on time?” She asked, while checking my record on her folder chart.
When she did not hear my voice, her head rose and stared at me, measuring whether or not I would tell the truth. Scrubbing my lifting left brow, my lips can’t reward a wide smile as I shake my head one time. A hard blow of air frees in her mouth before she raises her hand and pinches my one ear.
“Aww…”
I act as if I was in pain, although it does not even stress my muscles.
“You’re always on time coming here, but you’re not following my instruction,” she scolds.
“They said attendance was a must. At least I listen to those rules.”
She rolls her eyes, hits me on my shoulder when she sees me releasing a silly smile at my joke. Her face broke into a wide beam. Doctor Jane Copes is like my second mother. She is more than my private doctor in the way she cares about my health and other issues. She sees me as her son, and I know we will argue again today for forgetting the time in taking the tablets she prescribed for me.
“How many days have you not taken your medicine?” She asked.
“Only yesterday. I maybe do not take it on time, even so, I don’t forget. Better late than never.”
My sweetest grin is removing the wrinkles in her forehead when I give my rational replies. She nods in acceptance, knowing she will never win on my alibi.
“So, how’s the night after you didn’t take the tab? Did you sleep well yesterday?” The concern is vivid as she asks.
“Yeah, I guess Freddy Krueger tired of visiting me every day, seeing I’m still breathing and waking up. So, he comes back only once a week,” I state, followed by a wink.
Her lively laugh escalates when she hears a character from the A Nightmare on Elm Street film series. I displayed the full set of my teeth as I watch her devour my silliness. Her happiness is shallow. You will find her struggling to breathe in minor humor. When she stops, she pinches my nose like a young boy that she adores a lot.
“But I’m honestly glad to hear that,” she expresses her joy with glittering eyes.
The folder she’s holding lies on the bed, besides where I’m sitting. Then the back of her left palm leans on my forehead and checks the temperature of my skin.
“Then, how about your…”
“One-eyed Rattlesnake Vagina Explorer?” I cut her.
My steady shoulder shakes as I try to block the chuckle that is spilling in my mouth. She’s definitely a doctor, for she is not blushing with shyness upon hearing how I call my genital. Instead, she bursts into a heavy laugh, tiny water sprinkles in the sides of her eyes. Her hand hit me once more while I was laughing at her lovely reaction.
“I told you to send me some of your sexy, beautiful nurses, give me a relaxing body massage, and let’s check if they can wake my dying Purple Helmeted Warrior of Love.”
Another banging noise escapes from her mouth while rolling her arms on her belly. Our energetic voice blends while our frame is vibrating with delight. With her, I feel so relaxed and forget the worst world outside this clinic. She is shaking her head when she finally gets her posture and wipes the tears in her eyes.
“But I need an honest answer, Aiden,” she said with a caring smile on her lips, “still no wild Joystick night-activity?”
I glued a smile to my lips, hearing how she lightens the topic by using a funny term on my sex life. No wonder why all her clients are at ease with her. She knows how to handle her patients. My head shakes as I answer her question that is not bothering me, either. A bag of air free in her mouth with her eyes on me, assessing her next statement.
“Are you sure you still don’t want to take the pills? I am…”
My hand rises and rubs to her right arm that is sleeved with her white coat.
“I told you I was fine, doc. It’s enough for me you’re giving me advice and a prescription on my sleepless night,” I explain and remove her worries.
“I don’t think there’s a problem with my...” in a cheerful voice, I look down at my jeans where my lazy pet is sleeping inside.
Dr. Jane unintentionally follows my gaze, making us both release a tiny chuckle when I fly back my globes on her.
“Four years without sexercise doesn’t mean I’m already impotent, right?” I flutter my one eyelid once, showing I’m good in whatever condition I have.
“Yet it also doesn’t mean it’s okay,” she insists.
“I know my body, doc. I will have time for that… later,” I assure her.
“Oh, like you have time to shave your scraggly beard, which you promised me would be gone on your next visit,” she nags, clips my chin and pulls some hair clangs in my skin.
“Ouch…” I speak between my giggles.
Wearing her smile, she rubs my long, curly, dark brown hair, messes it up before she puffs solid air.
“Life must go on, Aiden. Don’t punish yourself and lose the true meaning of living.”
The mother’s love for their children is irreplaceable and immeasurable. I’m glad I found it to someone who doesn’t know the true color of my soul. With her, there is no castigation and guilt because she doesn’t know the natural devil living inside me.
I smile, nod my head like she shot medicine to electrify the adrenaline right to my heart. And I’m delighted she only sees me as a broken angel. Unaware of what kind of beast I am.
