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I’m high from this orgasm, yet this, too, is nowhere near enough.
There’ll be time to get my fill. Our fill.
For now, I have to finish my task.
I clean her up a little more, before placing her gently on the sheet I have on the floor. I’m devoted, making sure no part of her touches the dirty cement.
Just until I change the sheets in her bed.
Other people would’ve struggled with all these tasks.
I don’t.
For her, I make do.
I always will.
11
ANDERSON
“Hey, Doc. Before you leave.” Elliot, one of the ER nurses, jogs up to me as I’m heading out of the hospital. “How’s your cousin doing?”
He’s by my side by the time I turn to him. His light brown eyes are even lighter in the afternoon sun, and his short brown hair is ruffled after a long day of work.
He’s one of the best people I’ve had the pleasure of working with, and that says a lot. When I’m at the OR, I demand the world from every single person in the room.
My heavy conscience made me this way.
I have forty-eight lives to atone for. I won’t be able to do it if the people who work with me aren’t equally driven.
Elliot is. Hell, I’d put my own life in this forty-year-old man’s hands.
“She’s improving.” A handful of nurses and doctors filter out to the parking garage. Their day has ended.
Mine has only begun.
Or, it will be, once I get home.
Once I get to her.
After two days of being at home with Harper, spending hours at work has been rough.
Being apart from her has been worse than losing my parents.
“Improving in just two days.” He grins, unaware that I’d give a kidney for this conversation to end. Getting home to Harper is my only mission in life. “Great to hear. Doc Bennet said she was passed out.”
Hospital gossip. What else is new?
I would’ve probably heard the whispers by now, except I’ve been busy.
Busy working.
Busy keeping my mind on incisions and sutures while thoughts of her have been assaulting me.
Busy stalking her any chance I’ve gotten. She’s been a beautiful sight, feeding my obsession. Waiting for me at home with only one of her wrists bound to the bed with a handcuff linked to a short chain.
That way, she can squat to go in the bucket I left by her bed.
