“You can’t remember who you’ve had sex with in the last three weeks?”
He shrugs, “Not really, no.”
“Of course you can’t,” I mumble, without meaning too. What was my original thoughts on this man? Yeah, I’m definitely not attracted now. “Regardless Mr. Kane, that is for you and your doctor to discuss. I will of course give you a shot of antibiotics tonight. Your primary care physician can further treat you when you follow up.”
“Excuse me Dr. Walker, I heard my boyfriend was here. Oh Bull honey are you okay? I told you, you should see a doctor about that cold. How about I take you to my place and make you some soup and…”
I’m frozen as the whore of St. Lutheran Hospital walks through the door—otherwise known as Nurse Melissa Allen. The very nurse who caused me to get my ass chewed out earlier tonight. Of course she’s this guy’s girlfriend. Of course. The only bright spot I can find in this scenario is that perhaps Melissa has also passed along the gift of love to Dr. Eldrdige. It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy really.
“I take it you two know each other?” I sarcastically add since she’s about to smother him in her breasts. To his credit Mr. Kane pulls away from her and looks more annoyed than anything.
“We’ve been dating for the last three months,” Melissa pipes up proudly.
“Odd, I thought you were dating Dr. Eldridge,” I say marking the medication orders down in the chart, and ready to get out of there.
“We’re not exclusive,” Nurse Allen says.
“We’re not dating, we’re fucking,” Mr. Kane says, almost at the same exact time.
“I see. Well then, I’m sorry Nurse Allen but you probably should be tested for gonorrhea and in fact you might should ask Dr. Eldrdige to also.”
She gasps and steps back like I slapped her. Oh if only I could.
“What did you say?”
“It would appear your boyfriend…”
“We’re not dating we’re fucking,” Mr. Kane interjects and I want to laugh when Melissa shoots him a dirty look.
“It would appear Mr. Kane has contracted the STD. For your safety you should also be tested. I can order it done now if you’d like?” I say and I try to keep the glee out of my voice. I would love to have the hospital tech to run the tests. It would be so much fun to watch it filter through the hospital grapevine.
“That’s not necessary, there’s no way that I have the clap! And if you mention this to anyone I will make sure that your supervisor…”
“Shut it, Melissa. I think I want you tested,” Mr. Kane interjects.
“I will not,” she counters.
“You will if you want to step foot back in the club.”
Really this could almost be fascinating if I had any sleep. I haven’t and I desperately hate being anywhere near Nurse Allen. So I decide to extricate myself from the situation.
“Well, you two can discuss this later. I’ll have one of the nurses come in to give you your shot, Mr. Kane and to discharge you. Please make sure you follow up with your doctor.”
“Oh I will. Don’t you worry about that,” he says and he seems to be smiling a lot for a man who has just been face with the diagnosis that he has an STD. Then again, if women like Melissa is who he dates and since he can’t remember their names three weeks later, perhaps it is.
I close the door and take a deep breath. Dr. Torres is already being handed charts. I’m officially off duty. Hallelujah!
For an extra Treat for you readers I have a sample of three of my favorite authors!
Sapphire Knight treats us with: Exposed
Honey Palomino tantalizes us with: Remember Me
Kathryn Kelly teases us with: Misled
Exposed
By: Sapphire Knight
Chapter 1
Cain
6 Months Ago…
Fuck, I’m hung-over. I have to quit doing this to myself. The shower helped a little. Now for a shot of Jack and some aspirin, that’ll make this fucking pounding chill out. I make my way out of my room and down the hall to the bar area. I look around and take in the bar of the clubhouse. Man this place is trashed. There are empty beer bottles and full ashtrays layed all over every surface. The shiny bar is the only clean piece of furniture in the room. It calls to me like a becon. I walk towards it and kick trash and looks like a few pair of panties out of the way.
“Yo Cain, you beat that pussy up last night man?” I look over and see 2 Piece sitting in the corner of the room in a booth.
“Damn man I didn’t see you. Yea, I hit that shit then sent her ass packin. Why? You hit it after me?” I grab a glass and a lemon from the bar and make my way over to him. He’s already got a bottle of Jack in front of him. Guess he had the same idea.
“Fuck no, man, I had that crazy red head stripper that was grindin on my shit all night. Not bad pussy either.” He says and takes a big gulp of Jack. I sit down across from him and pour me a double. Just enough for me to chase this shit outta my head but not make me wanna puke.