Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Jamieson
I leaned in and let my lips softly brush against hers. No matter how badly I wanted to, I wasn’t rushing it because chances were that she’d leave me with a bad case of blue balls.
“Really?” She pulled back.
The corners of my mouth curved upwards.
“I’m not getting all worked up, only for you to tell me no.”
“I’m not saying no. I’m saying yes.” She smiled as she pulled the blanket tightly around us.
“Okay, then.”
My mouth smashed into hers and our lips tangled beneath the moonlight.
“I think we better get inside,” I spoke.
“Yeah.” She smiled as she placed her forehead against mine. “I think we better.”
I swooped her up in my arms and carried her back to the house.
My cock was hard and throbbing to be buried deep inside her.
The bedroom was too far away, and I couldn’t wait anymore, so I set her down in the kitchen as our lips stayed locked while we quickly removed our clothes and then made it to the living room couch.
She pushed me back into a sitting position and climbed on top of me, taking my cock inside her inch by inch.
My hands roamed her breasts as our tongues danced to the rhythm of our beating hearts.
Sounds of ecstasy escaped her as her body tightened, and she came.
I threw my head back as I held down her hips and exploded inside her.
She rested her forehead against mine, and we stayed locked together for a few moments while we regained our breath.
She climbed off me, grabbed her clothes from the floor, and headed towards the stairs.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Going to bed. I’m exhausted. Good night.”
“Good night? Really?”
I sat there in confusion as I watched her naked body go up the stairs. Sighing, I got up from the couch, pulled on my underwear, grabbed my clothes, and went up to my room. I paced back and forth a few times before I finally walked down the hallway and knocked on her door.
“Come in,” she spoke.
I walked over to the bed, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up.
“Umm. What are you doing?”
“You’ll see. Come with me.” I pulled her behind me.
“Jamieson,” she spoke.
I led her to my room, pulled the covers back from the other side of the bed, and told her to get in.
“You’re sleeping with me tonight. Understand?” I spoke in a stern tone.
“Okay. Fine. I’ll sleep in your bed.”
We both climbed under the covers, and she rolled the other way.
“Head on my chest, now!”
She turned and looked at me with a strange look across her beautiful face.
“I said now,” I softly spoke.
She snuggled against me as my arm wrapped around her, and her head rested on my chest.
“What has gotten into you?” she asked.
I swallowed hard.
“Nothing. After everything that happened today, you shouldn’t be alone.”
“Well, thank you for your concern, but I’m okay.”
“Grace, you told a man to shoot you. You’re far from okay.” I kissed the top of her head. “Good night.”
“Good night, Jamieson.”
I was a surgeon. I healed people, and for some goddamn reason, I wanted to heal her.
The only problem was that I only had room in my life to try and heal someone else.
I needed to fight everything I felt for Grace, and I tried.
I tried so hard that it became exhausting.
She wasn’t like any other woman I’d ever been with, and I damn well knew it back in New York that first night we met.
But it didn’t matter then because I was never supposed to see her again.
She stirred and started calling out “time of death.” I tightened my grip around her and pressed my lips against the top of her head.
“Shh,” I whispered. “You’re safe now.”
Grace
Before the alarm went off, Jamieson’s pager started buzzing. As he went to grab it from his nightstand, I rolled out from under his arm and onto my side.
“I have to get to the hospital, which means you have to come with me since I’m your ride in.”
“Shit,” I moaned. “What time is it?”
“Five fifteen.”
He climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom.
I lay there for a moment and thought about now what.
Last night had been different between us.
Different than it ever had been. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt like it was the start of something, and it freaked me out.
I still didn’t know anything about him. For fuck’s sake, I was married to the man and knew absolutely nothing about his family.
Except for his father, whom he had no qualms about telling me he didn’t like.
I climbed out of bed and went into my bathroom. I put a shower cap on my head and took a quick shower to wash my body.
“You better be ready in like five minutes. I have to go,” Jamieson shouted from the hallway.
Rolling my eyes, I threw on some clothes, brushed through my hair, and grabbed my makeup. On the way there, neither one of us spoke about last night. He pulled into the parking lot, parked the car, and we both headed into the hospital.
“Good morning, Grace,” Jackie spoke. “Why are you here so early?”
“Jamieson drove me home last night, and he got paged, so I had to come in with him. I’ll be in the attending lounge. I can’t treat any patients until I see Dr. Parker.” I rolled my eyes.
I had my appointment with Dr. Parker, and he cleared me to treat patients, but on the condition that I see him once a week. I accepted and scheduled my appointments for the next month. As soon as I went to the ER, the paramedics brought in a patient.
“I got this one, Jackie,” I spoke as I met the paramedics at the door. “What do we have?” I asked.
“Jane Doe, approximately mid to late fifties. She was found wandering the streets, screaming out something about aliens coming for her. She’s highly agitated.”
“Take her to room two. Is she homeless?” I asked as I looked her over.
“I have no clue, Dr. Harper. Someone called and said she was displaying erratic behavior. She tried to fight us, so we had no choice but to restrain her.”
“Ma’am. Can you tell me your name?” I asked in a soft voice so as not to frighten her.
“I have to get out of here. They’re coming for my son and me. I need to protect him.” She tried to get out of the restraints.
“Who’s coming for you and your son?”
“The aliens. They’re looking for us. They want to hurt us. I need to protect my boy.”
“Sara, I need a tox screen, glucose, and electrolytes, stat. Ma’am, can you tell me your name?” I asked.
“No. If I tell you, you’ll tell them, and then they’ll find me,” she spoke in a panicked voice.
“She’s psychotic. Page psych for a consult,” I spoke to Sara.
“It’s not safe here. I need to leave and go somewhere safe. I need to protect my son.”
“My name is Dr. Harper, and I promise I will protect you.” I smiled.
“You can’t. This place isn’t safe. They’ll come for you too.”
“It is safe.” I placed my hand on her arm. “The aliens can’t get in here. We have a special barrier they can’t break through. You’re safe here.”
My Jane Doe was dirty. Her hair was a mess, and it looked like she hadn’t showered in days.
“Where is psych?” I asked.
“He’s with another consult. He said he’d be down as soon as he’s finished,” Sara spoke.
“I need to find my son, Jamie,” she spoke. “I need to protect him. He needs me.”
She became even more hysterical, screaming and trying her hardest to escape the restraints.
“Push two milligrams of Lorazepam with five milligrams of Haloperidol,” I spoke.
“You don’t want to wait for psych to get down here?” Sara asked.
“It’s taking too long, and this poor woman needs some relief.”
I walked out of the room and over to the nurses’ station while I finished documenting everything in her chart. Suddenly, something hit me like a ton of bricks. I ran back into the room and stood over her.
“Ma’am, is your son’s name Jamieson by any chance?”
“Yes. Jamie. Did you find him?” she asked in a calm state.
“I’m going to look for him now.” I gently smiled.
My heart was racing a mile a minute. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text message.
“Where are you?”
“In my office. Why?”
“I’m coming up there. I need to talk to you.”
I took the elevator up to his office and prayed to God I was right about this. Lightly knocking on his office door, he told me to come in.
“What’s up?” he spoke as he stared at his computer.
Oh my God. I didn’t know how to ask him. I took in a deep breath as fear filled me.
“Your research for schizophrenia.”
“What about it?” He glanced at me.
“Is it because of your mother?” I blurted out.
“Why the hell are you asking me that?” He stood up from his chair as anger washed over him.
“There’s a woman down in the ER, and she’s psychotic. She keeps saying that she needs to find her son Jamie.”
He tore past me out of his office and ran to the elevator. I ran after him.
“Jamieson.”
“What room?” he asked.
“Two. Room two. We had to restrain her. She was highly agitated and talking about aliens coming after her.”
“Did you give her anything?” he asked in anger.
“Two milligrams of Lorazepam with five milligrams of Haloperidol,” I spoke.
The elevator doors opened, and he quickly ran to room two. I followed behind.
“Everyone out!” he shouted. “Including you.” He looked at me.
“She’s my patient,” I shouted back.
“I don’t give a fuck. Get out of here!”
I left the room, and Jackie looked at me.
“You okay?” she asked as she placed her hand on my shoulder.
“I’m fine.”
“Dr. Harper, you needed a psych consult?” Dr. Parker asked.
“Room two. Dr. Finn is in there right now. I would proceed with caution if I were you.”
“You called neuro?” he asked.
“He knows her,” I spoke as I walked away.