Originally posted by: LizzieBennett
Chapter 3: Nidhi
"You know the first time I was in surgery, I got so nervous... it was a
patient with gallstones. And after the surgery was done, I suddenly realised I
couldn't find my watch. I was horrified, I knew for certain that I'd had
screwed up majorly and that the patient will have to be cut open again to have
it removed"!!
"Really?", I say, not believing him, but still wondering. "The chief surgeon was hopping mad and the
patient was threatening to take legal action and have my license revoked".
He's smiling now.
Is he joking? Pulling my leg?
It's never happened before. I am loving this side of him. I bite into my
sandwich... "What happened then?"
"I was all set to cut him up again, he was prepped on the table, the
anesthetist had done his stuff. I was about to enter the OT when what do I
see.. on the counter, next to the sink, staring treacherously back at me.. was
my watch!!".. He's laughing at the memory now.. I stare at his face, he
looks so divine when he laughs, I don't see him do that very often.. those
amazingly sexy dimples surface and I have to summon all of my will power to not
reach out and touch him. Instead I join in his laughter. It is a pretty funny
story, but hard to believe it really happened. I look at him, he's openly
laughing at me... "You're pulling my leg"!!!
I say indignantly. "No, no.." He's
shaking with laughter and the richness of the sound envelops me, warming me
like a blanket. "No, No, it really
happened, ask Mallika". Mallika!!! As if I would ask her.. I know how she
feels about him and how much she hates me. I smile weakly and let it go, feeling
deliriously happy to have seen this fun side of him. And that killer smile too.
He's staring at me strangely. He
waves his finger somewhere at my face. "You've
got ketchup there". I'm all self-conscious now. I pick up a tissue and
begin to dab at my face furiously. "Gone"? I ask. "Er, no, um.. uh.. right there". I dab again and look at him. He
shakes his head. I'm about to get up to go to the washroom and take off the
offending ketchup, when he very slowly and hesitantly reaches up. Oh God!!! Is
he going to...?? I feel weak. His finger brushes against my cheek. I'm dying.
I'm losing all control, my heart is beating like a jet engine, my senses are
completely aroused, every nerve, every cell in my body is standing on end, the
heat threatens to consume me!!!!... He withdraws his hand and smiles "Gone now". It's over, it lasted only for
a nanosecond.. but I feel my whole world go topsy-turvy. I want more. The
sensation of his hand on my skin is like something I've never felt before. I
feel my legs turn to jelly. I'm trembling with a nameless emotion. I clutch the
table top for support. He picks up the tab. "Shall we go?" I am still holding on to the table. I am not sure I
can stand up. How does this gorgeous man manage to make such a gooey mess of
me? Does he even know what he's doing to me?
I muster up as much dignity as
possible and walk out the door. He follows me out.
okay.. I want detailed reviews now!!!!
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