Page 3 of Aching for His Discretion

“With me, baby. Now go, and don’t be long,” he muttered.

I nodded quickly as I exited the room, closing the door behind me. Approaching the nurse cart as my heart raced, I looked through the drawers, going unnoticed by much of the staff, as I grabbed a bottle of saline, a syringe, tweezers, and a suture with string.

God, what am I doing? I could get in so much trouble! This is definitely against the hospital’s policies and strict violations of HIPAA...But what trouble would I want to face? Dr. Wyatt or Mr. Amante?

Something tells me no matter how terrifying Dr. Wyatt is, Mr. Amante is definitely scarier.

Going back to his room, I blushed as he was now sitting up on the bed, and his shirt was entirely off. He looked over at me and licked his bottom lip as I closed the door. I noted in my head that he most definitely worked out due to his chiseled and defined chest...for medical purposes, of course.

“Good girl…” he whispered, and I gulped softly as another tingle went through my body, but I ignored it as I cleaned the wound with an abundance of saline and grabbed the syringe with the numbing medicine, lidocaine. My hands shook softly as I approached him, and I felt him place his hand on my waist slowly, caressing it. If I hadn’t been so nervous, I would have squealed at such close contact, but I was absolutely panicking, and oddly enough, his soft caresses were helping me stay grounded.

“I’ve only done this once on a real person,” I whispered to him as I recalled giving my classmate the flu shot and practicing on a bunch of fake models.

“You can do it, Tesoro… I believe in you,” he muttered sincerely, and I bit my lip as I injected the numbing agent into his arm. Surprisingly, he didn’t wince at all. Once it settled, I slowly worked on extracting the bullet.

Thankfully, it was small, and once I removed it, I couldn’t help but smile as there were no visible leftover fragments, and the wound didn’t look too severe. I wanted to caution him that an X-ray or CAT scan would be beneficial to make sure the fragments were actually all gone... but something told me he wouldn’t want to listen.

Soon, I began to stitch his skin, and he sat silently, watching me slowly suture his wound and place stitches. Once I was done, I pulled away and sighed.

“It’s not perfect, and frankly… I don’t even think this was legal.”

He stood up to his full height, probably 6’1” or 6’2”, towering over my 5’2” frame, as he walked over to the mirror to gaze at my stitches.

“Not perfect? You did amazing, Tesoro.”

“You really think so?” I asked, feeling as if I’d been nothing but a disappointment throughout this whole rotation.

He turned around to walk over to me, and I looked up at him, in awe of his beauty. He caressed my face in his hand and tilted his head.

“Of course I do. You did a fantastic job,” he praised, and I nodded, thanking him. He checked the time and pulled away as he put his shirt on, much to my dismay.

“I have to go,” he muttered, and I bit my lip as a frown came to my face. He looked over to me and crouched slightly as if silently telling me to spill.

“Dr. Wyatt is going to b-be angry with me since he didn’t see you, and you’re leaving already,” I said softly, and he shook his head.

“He won’t. I’ll talk to the nurses when I get some more pain meds and antibiotics… and if he’s mean to you again,I’ll kill him,” he said without batting an eyelash, and I giggled as his joke definitely lightened my mood.

“Okay, Mr. Amante… please be careful and stay away from guns, okay? They can do worse than just give you a little migraine,” I advised him, and he simply looked down at me silently, his eyes analyzing me.

“...I hope to see you soon, Tesoro mio,” he replied, pushing the fallen baby hair behind my ear, and I girlishly giggled internally.

Oh, he smells so good… just one close sniff, and I won’t ever ask again... I promise.

Sadly, his phone rang, and I reluctantly opened the door for him to leave. He passed by me slowly, and I did my best to take another whiff of his godly scent.Oh gosh, I think I’m gonna be an addict.

Chapter two

Levi

Looking down at the sorry excuse of a man as he whined in agony and pain, I rolled my shoulders backward, still annoyed by the stinging sensation in my arm from my pain medication wearing off.

It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle, having been shot plenty of times before, but obviously this time was different, having gone to a hospital instead of being treated by my personal doctor for something as insignificant as a bullet wound. Although I partially thanked Dr. Lombardi for being absent, as I’d had the pleasure of being treated by a rather interesting medical student.

She was small, petite, fragile-looking, from what I recalled. I wasn’t supposed to end up in her care due to my patient file being classified for obvious reasons, but I didn’t quite mind her. She was a jittery and anxious little thing, that was for sure: intelligent but self-doubting and insecure.

I guess a majority of medical students were the same then. But still, she was different. Usually, I wouldn’t have been so tolerant of people openly defying my orders or commands, but God, she could barely walk straight with how nervous she was.

Never thought I’d show an ounce of pity for someone trying to do their job. If it were any other case, a bullet through the skull would have solved the issue of defiance, but she wouldn’t have deserved that.

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