Eva's POV
"Nurse Wilson! We have a situation that requires your attention!"
For a second, I thought Ethan had come to the hospital just to spite me.
Instead of dwelling on that unholy image, I followed Nurse Goldie out, my steps hasty. After last night, I'd spent the night in a hotel room. It was nice, I got to order room service and there was no Ethan to ruin my mood. But now I had to go back to work, even though I didn't want to.
"Here!" Nurses Goldie gestures to the door we'd just paused in front of.
I wiped sweat off my brow, breathing a bit hard. Damn, I need to raise my stamina.
"This is a private ward," i said, facing her. I don't handle private patients, unless the director himself requested it.
Nurse Goldie adjusted her glasses, an apprehensive look on her face. "This patient requested you. He refused to be treated or even looked at by anyone else! It was a quite the show, even the director had to step down and intervene."
Again, my mind went to Ethan.
Ha! As if that slimy cheat would concern himself with my matters!
"Very well," I said, squaring my shoulders and inhaling a large amount of air. Pushing the door open, I stepped in.
My feet halted two steps into the room.
The private ward was pretty as hell, but that wasn't what made me pause. There was a man, seated calmly on the bed, dressed in all black and clutching his side too calmly for the spurts of blood that gushed through the gaps of his fingers.
"Oh my god!" I rushed forward to him, my eyes widening as I took in the damage. "Sir! Why didn't you call for help?!"
He didn't reply, nothing more than a grunt.
I didn't have time to worry about that. Judging from the crazy amount of blood, he had been stabbed. I grabbed my tools and got to work, my hands steady as I urged him to lay back while I pushed his shirt back to examine the injury.
I was right he was stabbed. The cut was…
Huh?
I've seen a lot of injuries in my time. But this one was something. It looked too clean to be accident, almost like whoever stabbed him did it on careful purpose. He bled a lot, but the knife had missed any vital organs.
It was too careful. Almost intentional.
Fucking hell Eva! Your patient is bleeding to death and you're analyzing the wound!
Shoving my thoughts aside, I treated his wound to my very best abilities, while wondering if I should report this properly. In the end, I decided not to.
Five minutes later I was done. My hands covered in blood but thankfully I'd been able to stop his bleeding and bandage him up.
"You shouldn't put much stress on yourself sir, for at least two weeks until this heals. It wasn't deep, but that doesn't mean it can't reopen or worse, get infected if you don't treat it properly and–"
He grabbed my hands, cutting my words off.
It was only then that I took a look at his face.
"Woah," the word was out before I knew my lips moved.
Heat rushed through my body, concentrated in my cheeks and strangely, between my legs.
To say this man was handsome would be me not using the right word. I'd always heard that God had favorites but that statement didn't make sense till now.
His eyes were the darkest royal blue I'd ever seen, a color I didn't think was naturally possible in a human being. Dark hair swept over his pale forehead, silky strands falling messily over his eyes. His face…oh my God this man should be on a magazine cover already! How does one have such high cheekbones? I know nothing about art but I swear his face is perfection.
And his mouth.
I swallowed. Hard.
He had the kind of mouth that was meant for kissing. Soft, pink, sensuous. I wonder what his kisses would feel like on my—
Woah! Eva! You're a married woman!
I pulled my hands back, clearing my throat and fighting the heat taking over my face. "S-sorry, my hands are bloody,"
"My blood." he spoke.
Tingles gathered at the base of my spine.
His voice was boyfriend asmr material! The kind that whispers in your ears and you clench your thighs together! Fuck! So rich and deep, like distant thunder. Or dark, buttery chocolate. Maybe I want a chocolate.
Eva, pull your thoughts together!
"Let me wash up first." I turned and rushed to the bathroom before he could say anything.
In the bathroom, I stared at my reflection above the sink. My face was redder than a tomato. And my eyes looked hazy.
"You crazy woman. You're a nurse, act like it! Nurses don't blush over their hot patients!"
It took a minute for my face to cool down, and a dozen cold water splashes. Slapping on my best professional smile, I wiped my hands and exited the bathroom.
Only to find the man already dressed.
"Wait! You can't leave now! There's still procedures!"
He turned to me. "I'm fine, thank you."
It hit me then. Just how tall he was. Like a certain someone I'd met last night at the bar.
Hold up.
My eyes moved to his hands. I gasped, covering my mouth with my damp hands.
The tattoos. Those red and black patterns on the back of his hands. I'd recognize them in my dreams even though I had only seen them once.
"It's you." I said, looking up at his face. "From the bar, last night? Remember?"
He stared at me coldly and didn't reply.
A shiver ran down my spine. Not the tingly kind, the kind that screamed 'danger'. The instinct I'd honed for years as a nurse.
This man was danger.
I took a step back and cleared my throat. Right, I may have made a mistake. He couldn't be the same man from last night. Tattoos are common, after all. A small part of my brain whispered that black and red tattoos aren't common, but I'm not listening to that.
Yet my eyes couldn't help but scan him again. I'm sure it was him. The height was hard to miss, and that feeling…it's him.
"Anyway," I sighed softly, "you should rest for now, Sir. I'll have someone bring your prescription for–"
"No."
I bit my inner cheek. Woah he talks a lot doesn't he?
"I'm sorry?"
"No one but you."
I blinked.
Eh?! Ehhh?! What does he mean by that?!
For three seconds, my brain refused to function. No one but you, why does that sound so…
My eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry, but have we met somewhere? Other than last night which I'm sure is a fluke anyway. Do you know me from somewhere?"
He hesitated. Then a soft; "No."
That feeling of danger won't go away. Now that I focus on it, he gives off mob boss vibes. The aura, the black clothes, the way he's not even flinching with a gaping wound in his side!
Who is this man?
"If you want," he said, making me blink and meet his eyes. The coldness was still there, but so was something else I didn't have the instinct for. "We can know each other."
The heat came back full force. I felt it down to my neck.
My mouth opened and closed like a silver fish out of water, my brain scrambling to produce a coherent sentence and failing.
Did my hot patient just ask me out?!