Chapter 139 - One Hundred And Thirty-nine

Understanding what she meant, he clicked his tongue, "who gives a fuck? I care about my wife."

Damn, she died there.

As she blushed again, he kissed her lips and she allowed him too. She had not been touched for a long while now.

..by him.

But other people had touched her, violated her and harmed her very soul.

She pulled apart and smiled nervously not wanting to hint at him that she was having a minor panic attack but that she did not want this right now.

"Not in a hospital room," she shook her head. "At least of all places."

"I understand." He kissed her forehead and cooed at her. "I will leave you to sleep now. I have a few calls to make."

She nodded and watched him leave. He had closed the door and she immediately released a sigh that she did not know she was holding inside.

She leaned on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

Maybe she did need therapy after all. She could not be intimate with Angelo without having the flashbacks of what had happened. Alexis never wanted to admit it out loud but whenever she thought about it she knew that she had to say this to someone.

The sedative had not knocked her out before the men came in. She had seen glimpses of what they did to her and how rough they were. At times when she felt the pain, she didn't know how did she wake up from her sleep but her blurry eyes would try to make out what was happening and she would see one figure. It was always just one man on top of her now what she did not want to think about was, was it one at a time or not just a gan...

Nope. She shook her head. Do not think about it.

"Hey?" A knock came at her door and a young man entered. "um, I am supposed to be taking if you papers from here..?" Alexis in any other circumstances would have laughed the uncertainty shown. The man seemed unsure of what he was sent to do.

She wanted to taunt the man in front of him but she refrained from it. There was no more pleasure than she could receive if she did not talk to any man. She hated men. Period.

"Yes, go ahead." She nodded.

The man came in with a smile and started rummaging through the papers that were set on a desk near her bed.

"I am still in my 2nd year of residency," the boy started to talk, "I would love to become a doctor."

"Are you not already one?" She raised her brow at that. "the second year of residency and you still are thinking of becoming one?" She cracked a little smile at that.

The young man blushed at his slip of the tongue and slapped himself playfully on the head. "Damn, sorry. I get nervous about making any mistakes that I make them all the time."

Alexis didn't think any of it before continuing the conversation. "Why are you afraid?"

"Because in my profession, I have the lives of people in my hands. Now don't take me wrong I do want to treat people and take away all their pains but at it's just, just so much pressure." He confessed. "It's too much to handle at times."

"And that is why you are given for years of residency." Alexis pointed out. "Also, don't be nervous. You are becoming a doctor, not God. So some mistakes are bound to happen by your hands."

The man shuddered. "True but the patient that I might or might not kill would not think of me as a doctor or a God but as of a killer."

She shook her head. That was a common myth in a young doctors mind. "Stop worrying about it. Trust me in these four years of residency you will go through a lot and in those four years of residency you will see a lot of things that you would repeat every week and some that you have never seen before but for you as a doctor it would all be fascinating. So if you want my advice, do not panic. That just makes the situation worse than it already is."

The man gave her a genuine smile. "Thanks a lot. You talk good given that," he pointed to the reports, "you were heavily dosed up on morphine for weeks."

"Yikes!" She winced with a light laugh. "Wanna tell me how I am now?" She had not heard anything from her doctor but instead asked him this. She knew that he won't sugarcoat it given that he had no idea who her husband was.

"Just a second." He muttered and read through the files. He muttered as he read and flipped a few pages. With the amount of concentration he put in reading those reports Alexis was sure that he was going to be a good doctor.

"Alright," he called the papers and smiled back at her. "You are almost healed and I guess I could send you home in a day or two. I would recommend you take your medicines on time and get yourself checked every week."

"Thank you." She smiled. to be honest Alexis liked hearing those positive words that did not mention any offer injuries of the trauma she had faced. The short version that husband given to her was highly appreciated. "Did you shift start or is it just ending?" She asked with a little curiosity.

"Ending, hopefully. I have a date tonight." He excitedly told her and Alexa smiled at him.

She smiled and wished him well. "I hope everything goes well for you."

"Thanks," he held up her resorts. "This was supposed to be my last task. I have to submit your reports for a copy for the hospital records and then give you your final intake of medicines."

She smiled at that as he made a move to leave.

He stopped as he looked at the door and Alexis followed his gaze.

Angelo stood there and he was not looking happy.