Chapter 3

“DOC. JANNAH. ” I looked at Ashley, my assistant. She's been my assistant for three years already. Hardworking and efficient, I must say. Her wavy hair is tied into a half ponytail and her soft features contorted in pain. My forehead knotted in confusion. What's going on with her? Her face is slightly pale.

"What is it, Ash?" I adjusted my reading glasses. She scratched her head as if she’s confused on how to tell her situation before touching her stomach. I looked at her stomach and back at her. She’s getting paler and her face contorted even more as if she’s in great pain.

"Dysme?" She shook her head as she blew air like she was having difficulty. Her breath is shaky and beads of sweats formed on her forehead. I couldn’t help but be worried for her. Is she okay?

"LBM," she whispered, enough for me to hear it. Oh, I thought she was on her period.

I nodded at what she said and took the medicine kit in my drawer. I took a one tablet of Diatabs and gave it to her. “Take this before you leave.” 

She reached for the Diatabs and I could see worry flash in her eyes. "But, Doc, who will assist you?" she asked worriedly which made me snort. So what?

"I can do it 'to, Ash. Duh. Go home and rest." She thanked me before getting her bag and turning to leave. She was obviously struggling. She was placing her hand on her stomach as she walked. What did she eat for her to experience LBM?

I looked at my cellphone when it rang. I saw a text from Candy, one of my best friends. Actually, there are five of us in the group. Candy, Frostine, Jessile, Heziah, and me. Out of five, Frostine was the first one to have a boyfriend. She met her boyfriend, Ayden, when she was still 12. They parted ways, and they met again when Frostine turned 18. And now, they’re already engaged. I couldn’t believe it. Time flies too fucking fast.

I opened Candy’s message and began to read it,

From: Candy

Bitch, let’s go to the beach.

Tomorrow? Beach? I glanced at my calendar. It's Friday. My clinic schedule is only on weekdays. Of course! I also know how to take a break and I deserve it. Duh?

I looked at my phone again and began to type a reply to Candy,

To: Candy

What beach?

Not even a minute had passed but Candy already replied to my message which made my eyebrow arch. Seems like the bitch is really waiting for my reply, huh?

From: Candy

Sumilon Island

My eyes widened at what I read. Wait, Sumilon Island in Oslob? What the fuck? Is she freaking serious?

I turned to the calendar again. I’m fine with it if we get home by Sunday, but I’m sure we will because these bitches also work during weekdays. We can’t be absent on our work. Our reason isn’t valid.

To: Candy

Okay. I’m in. I’m taking Jeremy with me. I need a driver.

Jeremy ain’t new to them. They already met him since we were still in high school. Actually, he seems to be part of our squad because I always take him with me every time we go outside our hometown, but no. Ladies only. I only take him with me so someone will drive for me. Duh.

From: Candy

Don’t be shy, Jannah. Just tell us you want to ride his fucking dick.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes from what I’ve read. Jeremy? Ride his cock? Of course! I’ve done that a lot of times already. Nothing new.

I didn't reply and leaned back in my swivel chair. I looked up and was greeted by the white ceiling of my clinic. The smell of medicines, vaccines, and the air freshener combined in the air. I heard the noise made by the dogs who were in the infirmary. Three dogs have been admitted here. One was extremely dehydrated who constantly let out wet discharge. The second one had no appetite while the other had a swollen penis. Poor doggies. I already gave them the medicine and from what I have seen, they seem better than before.

Pooh will be discharged tomorrow, the dog who had LBM, while the dehydrated one will be discraged on the next next day. Chester, the dog with a swollen penis, will have his surgery tomorrow.

I decided to stand up to visit the dogs. Their tails wagged when they saw me. Shi tzu, poodle, and a pug. Chester, the pug with the sore cock, barked. I smiled when I saw that they all emptied their food bowl and that Pooh's water, the dehydrated poodle, was half full. They look lively and great.

  “You're going home tomorrow, Pooh. You okay now, baby? ” I inserted my hand into his cage and stroked his head. He closed his eyes. Pooh seemed to enjoy it. So cute! This is why I love dogs.

I was about to pet the others when I heard the chimes. I immediately went out of the infirmary. In front of my table is a man with a nice body built. He was wearing a black t-shirt and faded jeans and he’s still wearing sunglasses. Obviously rich. He was carrying a shi tzu in his arm.

He turned to me. I greeted him with a smile. "What can I do for you, sir?" I saw him stun the moment he saw me and dramatically raised his sunglasses as if he saw something interesting. He rested his sunglasses at the top of his head. I almost cringe. I hope he won’t go here every day, creating false sickness of his dog just to see me just like the others. 

Damn, men.

“My dog. She has been vomitting since yesterday. ” I looked at the dog. She looks healthy. My forehead furrowed.

“Did she eat a lot?” He scratched the back of his neck and averted his gaze as if embarrassed. My eyes narrowed. Is his dog really sick or does he just want to see me? Fuck. I was just thinking about him, creating false sickness, and I guess it came true. Hell.

“I guess, yes,” he said in a low voice. I breathed out as I tapped the top of my desk.

"Please put the dog down, sir." I tapped the table again. He followed what I said. I gently pressed the dog’s stomach but the dog didn’t create sounds as if she was in pain. She just stared innocently at me while stucking its tongue out, making me smile. Hella cute.

I looked at its owner. “Sir, try to lessen her food. Don't give her too much and if she keeps on vomitting, you can bring her here again. ” He just stared at me as I spoke and he seemed stunned. What's going on with this idiot?

"Sir?" I called him and he blinked as if I woke him up from a beautiful dream. Weird, but did he really get a crush on me? What the fuck.

"Ah, yes." He was still dazed so I decided to pick up his dog and be the one to give it to him. Unfortunately, I tripped over something which made me scream. Fuck!

The man immediately grabbed me by the waist and I let out a sigh of relief. Good thing he caught me! I don’t know if I can handle it if I had tripped in front of him.

I stared at his eyes while hugging his pet. "Thank you.”  I thought he will release me after realizing that I’m fine, but he didn’t. I noticed him gulp and his grip on my waist tightened which made me goosebumps. What the fuck is he doing?

I was about to kick his balls when someone cleared their throat. The man immediately released me and looked at the entrance. There, standing in front of us is Jeremy, wearing his polo shirt and black slacks. I gulped upon feeling my heart pound at the sight of him, making me hug the dog tighter.

“Jem,” I greeted him. His eyebrow arched as he walked towards me. I gasped when he took the dog out of my arms and gave it to the man before he walked towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist. Jeremy buried his face on my neck which made me gulp real hard. Fuck.

"It's lunchtime," he said softly. I looked at my customer and I couldn’t explain the satisfaction that I felt the moment he averted his gaze and nodded at me before leaving. Okay, having Jeremy is an advntage.  

I patted Jeremy's hand but the idiot still wouldn't let go. I calmed my raging heart and breathed in and out, trying to hide all my emotions. “Why are you hugging me? Let me go! You smell like the hospital.” I pinched his side but he still wouldn't let me go. He chuckled instead and I held my breath. His breath is tickling me and it made my hair stood on an end. Shit.

“Obviously. I worked in the hospital. So, who was that guy?” My forehead furrowed upon sensing something in his voice which I couldn’t pin point. I looked at him but I could not see his face because it is still buried on my neck.

"Customer, obviously." I imitated his tone earlier. He moved away from me and I took a deep breath. My heart is still used to him being clingy to me. Fuck.

He looked at me with playful eyes. I raised an eyebrow at him. What is he thinking? He even poked my side which made me startle. I widened my eyes at him and raised my fist. He’s so naughty!

"Is he the one to whom you're going to dedicate the song you sang the other day?" He even wiggled his brows! Oh, hell. If he only knew. That song was for him!

“Should I stop these feelings or tell you what I feel? ” he was still singing so I slapped him on the arm. He laughed and even raised his hand to mess up my hair but I immediately grabbed his hand.

“Don't mess with my hair! Your finger probably went inside a whore’s loose hole. Ew germs!” He laughed at what I said and put his arm around me. I know there are women who pretend to be his patient but the truth is, they just want to be fucked by him. And this idiot, of course, he’s loving his job!

I took a deep breath when I felt a pain in my heart. Damn, when will I ever get used to it?

“Nah! My fingers are clean! ” He even ran his thumb over my lips and I frowned.

“Ew! I know they’re not! You probably fucked someone before you went here.” He put his arm around my neck as we walked out of my clinic. That’s when I realize it’s already lunchtime.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked as we walked inside the hospital. I thought about what he said and pinched him lightly on the side.

"Why? Your treat?" He squeezed my cheek and I moved his hand away. Why does he like to pinch my cheeks? One more squeeze, and I’m gonna squeeze his balls. Just kidding!

“Nope. Your treat,” he said, laughing and I rolled my eyes at him. Jeremy is fucking rich, but the jerk won’t even treat me!

“Hey, we’re going to Sumilon tomorrow. Are you in?” He went silent as if thinking. What? His work schedule is on MWF. He’s free during weekends and TTH.

“Come with us. Imagine the number of women in bikinis every where you look. Take a break and get laid,” I playfully said and immediately shrug that thought off my mind to prevent myself from hurting.

"Oh, sure." But the excitement in his voice made my heart ache. Oh, damn. I masked my emotions by rolling my eyes heavenwards. A manwhore, what do I expect?

I think about our situation. 16 years, still him. No matter what I do, I can never really move on. I kept on rejecting suitors because of him. Maybe, this is the time to try something new and socialize with other men. Maybe, I’ll eventually forget Jeremy once I do.

“Maybe, this is the time to find the right man for me . Don’t you think so, Jem?” Maybe, maybe not. Jeremy suddenly got stunned the moment I said those words. My forehead knotted in confusion and I couldn’t help but look at him. His jaw clenched which made my confusion grow even more. What's going on with him? Why does he seem angry?

"No," he said firmly before releasing me and walking into the cafeteria, leaving me stunned and confused. He left me there, dumbfounded.

What the fuck is his problem?