Dr Stanton

by T L Swan

  “You should kiss him.”

  “What?” I smirk.

  “Can you imagine? You look really sexy and then you ask him to come into the office and you kiss him all seductive like.”

  I look at her, deadpan. “This is my job and there are rules that I can’t break.”

  She smiles and raises her glass. “I would like to propose a toast.”

  I sip my wine and raise my glass.

  “To breaking rules in French, in offices, on desks with doctors.”

  I laugh and snort my wine up my nose the wrong way. I begin to cough uncontrollably. “Shut up, I am not seducing a doctor in French on a desk.” I cough. “I will get fired.”

  “Or fucked hard.”

  I continue to cough as I laugh.

  “Oh, we we mouser, we shall see,” she retorts in a fake French accent.

  I wait for the boom gate to rise in the car park. Its 6.40am and I am preened to the nines. After today I will be wearing scrubs while I’m working, and then there is zero chance of impressing anyone. Least of all Dr. Vegas.

  Black fitted dress? Check.

  Hair out and straightened? Check.

  Makeup? Check.

  Sheer black stockings and heels? Check.

  Absolutely no sleep and running on empty? Check, check, and double check.

  I blow out a frustrated breath. Go up, you stupid thing. The boom gate is not going up. Why? I put on the parking brake and get out of my car. My card got me through the first gate, but then stopped me at the second. Now I can’t go back because I have to get back through the second boom gate.

  For fuck’s sake.

  I glance at my watch. 6.45 am. I’m already late because I was thinking dirty thoughts about a certain doctor all night and hardly slept right up until an hour before my alarm went off. I push the little red help button and wait while it rings.

  “Hello, can I help you?” The male voice comes through the speaker.

  “Hello, I’m through the first boom gate, but now it won’t let me through the second.”

  “Have you used the card before?”

  “No, I’m new. I’m a doctor intern.”

  “The card must be faulty. You will have to come to level two in the car park and get it swiped through the machine.”

  I frown and look at my watch again. I don’t have time for this shit.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t have time. I’m due at work. Can you just lift the gate and I will sort it tonight?”

  “No. It’s against policy.”

  “Are you kidding me? I’m blocking traffic. If anyone tries to get in behind me, they will get stuck, too.”

  “Most of the staff park in B block,” he replies sarcastically.

  I narrow my eyes. “Well, not this staff member, so can you open the gate?” I snap.

  I glance back down to my watch. Fuck, it is 6.50am.

  “Nope, come down to level two.”

  Oh God. “How do I get there?”

  Leave your car, walk down the stairs, and up the other end is an office.

  “I’m… I’m going to be late for work,” I stammer in a panic.

  “Seems so,” he replies sarcastically.

  Shit!

  I hang up, lock my car, and half run to the stairs, taking them two at a time. I get to level two, take my heels off, and bolt to the other end of the parking lot with my heels in my hand, with only my stockings hitting the bare ground. I arrive panting and a skinny guy who couldn’t care less looks up at me.

  “Oh, are you the lady whose parking ticket isn’t working?”

  “That… would… be me,” I pant. Oh, man, I’m out of shape.

  I give him the ticket. He scans it and then opens the gate with a button. I watch on his security camera as it rises.

  “You couldn’t do this for me when I was up there?” I snap. Honestly… some people.

  “No. I don’t want to get into trouble.” He smiles sarcastically as he hands over my card.

  I snatch it from him and turn to run back to the stairs and up to my level, and then over to my car. I’m out of breath when I glance at my watch. 6.58am.

  Oh, man. I’m late!

  I drive like a maniac into the car park. I get out, lock the car, and run. I don’t even know where I will come out in the hospital, but I hope it’s close to where I’m going. I push open the heavy door and come out into an area I haven’t seen before. Where the heck am I? I look around in a panic.

  I see a janitor. “Excuse me, where… is… cardiology?” I pant. So much for me looking good today. I look like hell on a stick now.

  He frowns. “Down the other end of the hospital and up two levels.”

  My face falls. “What?” Crap. I start to run and catch an elevator. I pant as I try to fix my hair in the mirror, and just before the doors open I glance down to see a huge ladder in my stockings that runs up the whole length of my leg.

  “Ah. Fuck it!” I snap.

  The doors open and I scramble out. I need to find a bathroom to take my stockings off. I glance at my watch. 7.10am.

  Oh my God. Oh my fucking God!

  I’m never late.

  I don’t do late.

  I finally see a restroom sign and run into the cubicle and rip off my stockings like a crazy person.

  This day is starting out really fucking bad. I throw them into the trash and scramble out, finally arriving at the cardiology wing. I open the double doors to see all of the interns standing in a group with Dr. Stanton.

  Cool, calm, and on bloody time.

  I’m panting, my hair is all over the place, and they all turn to look at me together.

  Oh crap.

  “I’m sorry I’m late,” I whisper, embarrassed as I slide over the where they are standing.

  Dr. Stanton’s dark eyes meet mine. I feel myself wither under his glare.

  “Nice of you to finally join us.” He sneers.

  My face falls. “I’m sorry, Dr. Stanton. I had a parking incident.”

  His angry eyes hold mine. “The reasoning is irrelevant. You’re late.”

  My eyes hold his. Oh my God.

  The other interns all look away. This is uncomfortable.

  “I… I know,” I stammer nervously. “I’m sorry.” I drop my head in shame.

  “I don’t tolerate late. You need to pick up your act or you won’t last two minutes around here.” He growls angrily. “I don’t deal with incompetent people.”

  “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

  “Give your lame excuses to someone else,” he mutters before he turns and walks up the corridor.

  The other interns and I all stand still on the spot in shock.

  What the actual fuck was that?

  He turns. “Are you coming?” he snaps.

  The interns all take off after him into a patient’s room, while I drift along at the back, hearing my furious pulse in my ears.

  “Ashley, don’t make us wait any longer,” he calls from inside the room.

  Dr. Vegas might need a fucking doctor himself soon.

  How dare he?

  7

  You know the thing that annoys me about sexual chemistry? It doesn’t turn off when you want it to. Cameron Stanton is openly furious with me, and here I am, following his cranky ass around all day, imagining how he would look naked. I mean, the suit is nice… perfect, in fact. That messy dark hair that looks like he has just been fucked hard is inspiring. The spotless shoes are designer, and the watch probably cost more than my car, but nope… it’s naked that’s working for me. We walk up the corridor as a group following Dr. Stanton on his rounds. This is the worse kind of torture to watch. He is so gentle and caring with his patients that I can feel myself melt more and more as the day goes on. We stop out the front of the room so he can give us our usual briefing, and he opens the client chart.

  “This is Gloria Hernandez. Gloria is ninety-two and in need of a triple heart bypass.” He pauses. “Although at her age, she likely wouldn’t surv
ive the surgery, as she isn’t well enough.” His eyes rise to meet ours. “She will be staying on here so that I can keep an eye on her and make sure she is as comfortable as possible. She has no surviving family left.”

  The group falls silent. We know that’s code for Gloria is dying… alone.

  Dr. Stanton fakes a smile and heads into the room. He smiles broadly as he sees the frail, little old lady in her bed.

  “How is my favorite patient today?” He smiles as he picks up her hand affectionately in his.

  Gloria is little, old, and frail. Her hair is completely white with a pretty curl to it and her small hand is covered in dark purple veins. She is wearing a pretty pink nightdress and has a pink clip in her hair holding her bangs back. Her face lights up when she sees him and she smiles excitedly as she takes his hand. “Hello, Dr. Stanton,” she gushes. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

  He gives her a cheeky grin and squeezes her hand. “Gloria, this is my new group of interns. They are here for the next twelve months.”

  Her eyes flick around to all of us and she smiles politely. “Hello.”

  “Hello.” We all smile.

  “How are you feeling?” he asks.

  “I’m okay.” She pauses. “I would like to go home, though, please.”

  He smiles harder as he pats her hand, still held firmly in his. “We have this conversation every day, Gloria. You won’t be going home anytime soon.” He picks up her chart and starts to read it.

  “It’s just so boring in here, doctor.”

  “Just try and relax.” He flicks the chart up to the next page as he reads on.

  “Can you do something about my sight?” she pleads. “If only I could read. This is a cruel end, not being able to read.”

  His eyes meet hers and he nods sadly. “Unfortunately, I can’t restore sight, Gloria. If only I could.”

  A lump in my throat forms as I watch on. As an avid reader I can’t imagine anything worse than the day when my sight will no longer allow me to read. Dr. Stanton continues to read the chart. Unable to help myself, I speak up.

  “What is your favorite book, Gloria?”

  She looks over at us, surprised by my question.

  “I’m Ashley.” I smile as I hold my hand out and gently shake her little hand.

  She smiles. “Hello, Ashley.” She reaches up and cups my face in her hand. “God blessed you, my love.”

  I frown. “I’m sorry?”

  “You are so beautiful.”

  I smile bashfully, embarrassed by her attention.

  “Pride and Prejudice.” She smiles a soft, far away smile. ‘If only I could read it one more time.”

  I smile as I try to block out the emotion. “That’s my favorite book, too, Gloria.”

  “It’s a classic.” She rubs my cheek, and suddenly aware that eight people are looking on, I step back from the limelight. Dr. Stanton’s eyes hold mine for an extended time.

  “Doctor?” Gloria interrupts.

  His eyes flash to her. “Yes, Gloria.”

  “I would like custard today, and not that hideous yogurt that they try to make me suffer through.”

  He throws her a cheeky wink. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

  She laughs mischievously. “Oh, Dr. Stanton, if only I met you sixty years ago.”

  He smiles as he hands the waiting nurse her chart. “Can you please order custard today instead of yogurt?”

  The nurse practically melts at his feet. “Yes, doctor.”

  With one last smile at Gloria he leaves the room.

  It’s just before lunch and I am famished. “Is it this way?” Amber asks.

  I frown as I look around the parking lot. “I don’t know.” I’m walking in front of her as we search the parking lot for Dr. Stanton’s car. We are picking up some files from his trunk that he brought over from the private hospital. “Who does he think he is asking us to get things for him from his car anyway? I’m not a damn slave,” I snap.

  His gorgeousness is seriously pissing me off.

  Everyone loves Dr. Stanton. Why does he have to be so fucking perfect?

  Ugh, it’s so annoying.

  I’m glad I told him I didn’t remember him because we are going to be mortal enemies, I can just tell. I have to watch him be pathetically nice to everyone around me, but then he totally ignores me like I don’t even exist.

  Every nurse at every opportunity flirts up a storm with him. And what’s more infuriating is that he flirts back. I can only imagine how many women he must sleep with around here.

  “Why are you complaining? He actually asked the guys, remember? But we wanted to hide for ten minutes, so we offered.” Amber replies.

  “Oh, yeah, we did.”

  “I’ll be his slave. Seriously, how fucking gorgeous is he?” Amber sighs.

  I roll my eyes. “He’s okay, I suppose,” I murmur. “I haven’t really noticed. He’s too busy being an asshole.”

  “Are you kidding me? He’s a lot better than okay,” she continues from behind me as we weave through the cars. “I think he likes you.”

  I turn to face her. “Why do you say that?”

  “He is checking you out every chance he gets.”

  I narrow my eyes. “Is not.”

  “Is too.”

  That shouldn’t excite me, but it does. “Like when?”

  “Like when you bent down to get all the things out of the filing cabinet, he was checking out your behind.”

  I screw up my face. “Oh, please, he so wasn’t.”

  “You should ask him out.”

  “What?” I shriek. “Ask him out? Have you been sniffing the gas in theatre?”

  “If he was checking me out, I would ask him out.” She widens her eyes to accentuate her point.

  I smile wide. “Amber, you’re crazy. Do you know that?”

  “Well, he couldn’t ask me out, so I would have to ask him.”

  I frown. “Why couldn’t he ask you out?”

  “Hospital policy. The doctors are not allowed to have...” She puts her fingers up to air quote. “Liaisons with interns.”

  “Why? Last time I looked we were all adults.”

  She shrugs. “I don’t know, but I’m seriously breaking that rule if I get the chance.”

  I smile as we keep walking.

  “Tell me if you see him checking me out so I can pull the trigger,” she continues.

  I burst out laughing. “Pull the trigger?” I repeat.

  “Yes, you know. Seize the day. Mow that fucker down.”

  I laugh as we walk. “Mow that fucker down.” I snicker. I glance around the parking lot. “What car is it again?”

  She frowns. “I don’t know. He said it was in the farthest B block in the secured parking and the number plates were 777.” She changes direction and I follow her across the parking bay.

  I frown. “What kind of wanky plates are 777 anyway?” Ugh, this guy is an idiot.

  She stops still and I nearly run into the back of her. “Oh… my… fuck,” she stammers.

  “What?”

  “Look at his fucking car.”

  I glance around. “Huh, where?”

  “I swear I need to marry this guy,” Amber whispers.

  “What?” I snap. “What are we looking at here?”

  She points to a black, super shiny, flashy car and I frown. It’s so fancy, I don’t think I have ever seen one like it before. “What kind of car is that?”

  “An Aston Martin.”

  My face falls. “How… much do they cost?” I stammer.

  “Like, two-hundred thousand dollars.”

  I stand still on the spot. “Oh,” I whisper. My mind goes back to Vegas and the guards he had. Who is this guy? Not many doctors are at this level of wealth at his age. She clicks the button and the lights go on as it unlocks. She climbs into the driver’s seat.

  “What are you doing?” I frown.

  “Let’s go for a spin.” She smiles mischievously as she turns the engi
ne on. It purrs like a kitten.

  “Are you fucking crazy?” I whisper as I glance around guiltily. “Get out! I have already been in trouble once today.”

  She grabs his black playboy sunglasses from the console and puts them on as she pretends to drive and turn the wheel. “Oh, Amber, I want to fuck you so hard,” she mimics in a fake Australian accent.

  “Oh, Amber, I want to section you in a mental institution,” I hit back in a better Australian accent than hers.

  She smiles up at me. “Get in.”

  “Are you crazy? No.”

  “Nobody is here. Just get in and sit in it for a minute.”

  I glance around. The parking lot is empty, I suppose. I walk around to the passenger side, get in, and close the door.

  Amber’s loud laugh is contagious and I find myself giggling like a schoolgirl as she pretends to drive fast and turn the wheel back and forth. “Oh, Amber, suck my dick while I drive you to my castle,” she mimics again in her bad Aussie accent.

  I burst out laughing. She is the most refreshing fool I have met in a long time. Med school people are usually so boring.

  She turns to me, all serious. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

  “No. What does this mean?”

  “It means I need to bag myself Dr. Stanton.”

  I smirk.

  “And if he doesn’t want me… then you have to bag him.”

  “He doesn’t want me,” I reply.

  “He might.”

  “He might want Henry.” I smirk. “He could bat for the other side.”

  “Fuck.” She thinks for a moment as she falls serious. “Then there is only one solution to that problem.”

  “What is it?” I smirk.

  “You will have to give me a gender realignment.”

  My eyes widen. “And where am I getting your new penis from?”

  She twitches her lips as she thinks for a moment. “Got any old boyfriends we can cut up?”

  We struggle up the corridor with a box of files each to find Dr. Stanton standing in the door of his office. “Where do you want these?” Amber asks him.

  His eyes fall to the boxes in our hands. “Amber, your box has to go down to archives on level one, and Ashley, your box comes into my office.”