Page 11 of Possessive Doctor

She looks up at me with those doe eyes, and my brain refuses to even consider what would happen if she walks away. If I tell her the truth, she may want to leave and I can’t let her go. I won’t. She means far too much to me.

And she’s too innocent for all the dangers out there. I’m going to end up stalking her, following her everywhere she goes. No. This is where she belongs. This is where she will stay.

But…I’m fucking sick and tired of the lies and false pretenses. I want her with me forever, and this is not the way to go.

“Have I harmed you in any way?”

“No, of course not. You’ve been wonderful to me.”

“Even last night when you would have let me do anything to your body, did I take advantage of you?”

“No, but…I don’t understand. Why are you asking me these things?”

“Because it’s clear that you don’t trust me. If you did, you wouldn’t have gone searching for your things. Maybe, even though you don’t have your memory, your subconscious mind is telling you that something isn’t right. That’s my fault, I think, because I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

“What are you saying? Tell me.”

“It’s important for you to remember that I never said I was your husband. I just didn’t correct you when you assumed that I was.”

This time, she pulls away but whips her head toward me, eyes wide as saucers. Her voice trembles when she says, “So, we’re not married? Oh my god.”

“No, we’re not married but there has to be a reason why you made that assumption. I mean, come on, Amy. You woke up from a coma, looked at a man wearing a white coat in a hospital, and didn’t ask if I was your doctor. You asked if I was your husband.

“Now, maybe that’s because you felt me in your room every night after my shift. Maybe you heard my voice when I spoke to you and told you that everything was going to be alright. You felt connected to me the same way I felt connected to you that night you arrived in the ER.”

“But you brought me here knowing that I thought we were married. I was naked in front of you.”

“Husband or not, you wouldn’t have gotten out of the tub without my help.”

“But, last night…”

“What about last night? You wanted something and I wanted to give it to you. Would a ring and a marriage license have made it more enjoyable for you? Do you regret any of it?”

“No, but that’s not the point.”

“So, what’s the point?”

“You lied to me.”

“About your purse, yes. Not about being your husband. Not once. That was all you. I just didn’t want to frighten you or make you panic that you had no one anymore. You’ve been through so much already. I didn’t want you to feel like you were alone. Because you’re not. You have me. I’m here for you. Doesn’t matter if we’re actually married or not.”

“What happens now?” she whimpers.

“I don’t want anything to change. You need help with your recovery, and I want to give you that help.”

“Do I have a home?”

I sigh and cross my arms over my chest. “That’s complicated. Yes, your parent’s house is there waiting for you, but the power has been disconnected and it needs a good cleaning. The trash wasn’t taken out, and with no air conditioning, there’s quite a stench.”

“You’ve been there?”

“Yes. I went to get your clothes. Listen, even if I paid to turn on the utilities and sent someone in to clean it up for you, your bedroom and the bathroom are on the second floor. You can’t climb the stairs. You can’t cook or drive or shop. You don’t have insurance to pay for a live-in nurse. What would you do by yourself?”

“What if I have a boyfriend out there somewhere? Some poor guy who has no idea where I am or what happened to me. That would be terrible, wouldn’t it?”

She has no clue how infuriating that thought is to me. Should I feel sorry for some chump who lost her to me? No, because if it was me in his shoes, I would have moved mountains to find out where she was and sat by her side until the moment she opened her eyes. You know, just the way that I, a total stranger, did.

No, I don’t care if there’s some guy out there eating his heart out over her. In fact, if he exists, I hope shows his face so I can beat the answers out of him. She was in the news. Unless he’s blind or could not read, he would have already known.

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