His Lady Godiva (Lovers and Other Strangers) (4 page)

She felt like a teenager waiting for her date to show up she was so excited to see him later. She undid her braid and finger combed her hair, in between pressing the morphine pump. When the morning nurse came in to check on her, Violet was able to get her toiletries kit and wiped off her face and added some tinted lip balm and moisturizer. At least she didn’t look like something the cat dragged in any more. As she sat and waited for Dr. Dennison and the residents to arrive she got sleepy from the activity before and the morphine.

Michael was jumpy from exhaustion and whatever insanity had made him spend the night in Violet's room. Coffee usually mellowed him out but not today. He seemed even more keyed up after having a cup. The residents didn’t love rounding with him under the best of circumstances but today had been especially bad. He’d just about taken the head off of one of the juniors for not knowing the lab results of a patient and then when the chief resident asked a question he’d chewed him out too. He’d left Violet for last to give him time to get his emotions under control, he wished he could, but his head seemed to refuse to listen to reason where she was concerned. When the team entered her room she was propped up on pillows her hair cascading over them in waves. Her skin was so pale, it accentuated the rose of her lips. His breath caught in his chest. She looked like a sleeping beauty or Lady Godiva, lush curves and and that gorgeous hair. He wanted to throw the team out like she belonged only to him. Unfortunately, the team was staring at him and it was a minute before he realized that he should be the one to wake her. He cleared his throat loudly and said “Miss Bellows?” She remained sleeping. Finally, he took her hand and patted the back of it. Her eyes opened and locked with his and she smiled. Michael thought he had never seen anything so glorious.

“Oh, I was just dreaming of y...” She looked around at the residents, “dreaming of riding a horse.” She giggled a little. “Morphine makes you dream the craziest things.” Michael beamed, he should keep his feelings under control but he wanted to kiss her so badly he could barely breathe. She hadn’t let go of his hand, actually when he had tried to pull it back she had tightened her grip. The residents were looking at him in utter confusion and then looking at Violet. She smiled like an angel at all of them and they seemed to sigh in unison, completely charmed by her.

Michael stared at Violet and pointedly took his hand back. “Ms. Bellows had spinal fusion surgery two days ago and is ready to get out of bed now.” Violet looked at him with near terror on her face that had nothing to do with the storm still raging outside. “Truly, you are ready. Please trust me.” To the residents he added, “Seeing as the storm has left the nursing staff short handed this will be a learning experience for all of you too. Some one bring in the walker that was outside the door.”

After they had disconnected the IV lines and removed the morphine pump Violet was ready to walk but she was still terrified. She looked at Michael with tears in her eyes. The residents were occupied with her covers momentarily. He looked over at them cautiously and then whispered to Violet. “Darling, I would never do anything that could hurt you. You can do this, you are stronger than you think.” Taking a quick look to make sure the residents were distracted he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “For strength” he whispered.

Violet couldn’t help but smile. His kindness took her breath away. She would try to do anything to please him. He started directing the residents into position to assist her. She took a couple of deep calming breaths to clear her head. Slowly they sat her up and turned her so her feet were over the side of the bed. Such a simple thing but the fear of it took her breath away. Michael stopped them to give her time to adjust.

“Are you okay? I want you to concentrate on me. If you do that the walking will take care of itself.” He said. Violet shook her head yes and took another deep breath. “Good, now we are going to lower the bed and I want you to take the walker in both hands and stand up." Violet drifted down till her feet touched the floor. She looked at Michael and he smiled back. Violet grabbed the walker, closed her eyes, and stood before she could stop and think about what she was doing. When she was standing she started breathing faster as her panic mounted. “You are doing beautifully, Ms. Bellows.” Just the sound of his voice soothed her.

He wheeled himself backwards toward the door. “Are you in any pain?” She shook her head no, not trusting her voice. “Good, I want you to walk to me. Baby steps at first, you’ll be roaming the halls in no time.” With a resident on either side of her she shuffled toward Michael. Sweat prickled her scalp and her skin was clammy. It took all her strength not to panic but she walked about five feet turned around and walked back to the bed.

By the time she got into bed she was soaked in sweat and could smell the adrenaline on her skin. She was panting trying to control the urge to cry. She wasn't in anymore pain than before, less actually but the fear of falling, of not being able to move was staggering. Had that been how Michael felt when he first found out he was paralyzed? Was that how he felt everyday? She couldn’t ask him in front of his residents but she did want to talk to him about it. He dismissed the residents but stayed in the room. Finally he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. He held it as he flipped the switch on his chair that pushed him to standing. When he was done he bent over her and kissed her lips, cradling her head in his hand. Violet’s arms wound around him as she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. His tongue tasted her mouth, traced her lips, found her tongue. A moan escaped her throat and she felt him smile as the kiss continued. She smiled at the low growl from him but stopped as he pulled away.

"I'm very proud of you. I know it is terrifying the first time but tomorrow you'll be walking up and down the corridor on your own." He laughed at her shocked expression. "No, truly you will and be happy for it."

As shaken as she felt she couldn't resist teasing him just a little "Will I get kisses then too?" He shook his head no but his smile never left his face. "You are trouble, my dear."

"I'd like to be your trouble. Come back tonight? I know the storm is not as bad as last night but..." Violet was shocked at herself. She was flirting with her handsome doctor and he seemed to like it. "You did promise me chocolates."

"I also promised you a sponge bath." Violet blushed from the roots of her hair to her toenails. She was suddenly consumed with the thought of Michael giving her a sponge bath. It sounded like the most sensual thing in the world at that moment. Her pulse sped up, her breasts swelled and ached as the nipples became hard knots. She clenched her thighs together as moisture drenched the curls between them. Michael must have realized what she was thinking as his gaze wandered over her body, his eyes darkened and took on a faraway look. They stared at each other for a minute till she gasped, shuddering with longing, and broke the spell. He cleared his throat but it still came out hoarse when he said. "I'll send one of the nurses in to you. Unfortunately, I am not properly trained in the technique."

Violet knew he was never the one who was going to be giving her the bath but the fantasy was too good to pass up. "I'm sure you could muddle through." she said under her breath. She smiled and knew he had at least considered the idea also when he started coughing.

"Yes, trouble. I don't know when I will be able to get back here this evening, most likely not till after visiting hours are over. Have you heard from your brother yet?"

She smiled at his relief at changing the subject and that he would be coming back. "No I haven't heard from Allyn. I expect that he is trapped in Europe somewhere with the storm still here. If I know him, he went to my mother's family in France. They are very fond of him and he, them. I don't expect he'll be here till tomorrow and then only if the storm stops tonight. I think we can sneak one more meeting in before he gets here."

"I'll look forward to seeing you then Ms. Bellows." and he kissed the back of her hand like a knight in shining armor. Violet had her bath coming but she could tell the day was going to drag by till tonight.

At 8:30 that evening, Michael skirted the nurses station on Violet's floor. Because of the storm the hospital was still running with a skeleton crew. Not an ideal situation for patient care but if it hadn't, he and Violet would not have been able to have this time together. The thought made him pause. What were they doing? She wasn't married as he had originally thought. He didn't think she was acting like this because of any of the pain killers. She had flirted with him even before that. He tried to reassure himself that he wasn't taking advantage of the situation. So far all they had shared were some stolen kisses. He was attracted to her like no woman he had ever met but... Where could this all lead to? Why would a woman that stunning choose to spend time with a man as broken as he was. Obviously she wouldn't as soon as she was released from the hospital. She was using him to allay her fears even if it was only subconsciously. Once she was back to her regular life she would treat him like just her doctor again. All of this was because of her fear of hospitals, even her bother had spoken to him about it. That had to be it. The thought burned the back of his throat.

He opened the door to her room and could tell she was asleep by the soft snoring. Most likely from the pain killers but the thought of a woman that perfect snoring made him smile. He wheeled over to her and lowered the bed carefully so as not to wake her. She really did look like a fantasy princess from a children's book. Her glorious hair had been pulled back revealing the nape of her neck. Michael felt himself consumed with desire to kiss that secret place hidden behind all those curls. As he leaned closer he could smell her unique scent, a mix of herbs and some kind of green wood plus her pheromones. He was captivated and all his thoughts of explaining rationally why they couldn't continue like this were forgotten, replaced by the urge to kiss, to taste, to smell, he wanted to run his fingers along her hairline there and watch her shiver. Without another thought he softly nuzzled the back of her neck, lightly brushing his lips down her spine just there. He figured she would wake at his touch and was surprised when she started murmuring.

"Mmmm, Michael, I love you too." The words were said softly as she slept but clearly enough that there was no mistaking what she had said.

Michael startled and she came fully awake. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled up at him. "I knew you'd come back. I was having the most wonderful dream."

He was still trying to catch his breath, she couldn't possibly love him! He had to have heard wrong. "Um, yes, I came back. I brought you chocolate like I promised too." He pulled the chocolate from one of the saddlebags on his chair as she carefully turned over.

"Michael, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. I can't be that scary when I wake up, can I?"

She really had been sleeping. It must have been as he suspected she had convinced herself that she had feelings for him to get through the ordeal of the surgery and being in the hospital. Maybe if he talked about it with her she would realize that it was happening and she would go back to acting like any of his other patients.

"No, you are not scary at all. You are beautiful in fact. Since you are much more relaxed than last night I thought we could talk for a while. I, um, won't be able to stay as long as I did last night, I'm afraid. Are you comfortable enough off of the morphine pump?"

"Yes, I'm alright. I understand you can't stay as long." She couldn't help looking disappointed. "What did you want to talk about?"

"You."

"Oh, I'm not very interesting I'm afraid. I'm 29. I live with my brother in our parents house. They died when I was 12 and Allyn was my guardian till I came of age. I always felt bad for him being so young -he was 22 when they died, and being saddled with me. Did all the usual stuff, college and what not and now I am here."

"That was a very practiced evasion that told me nothing about you."

Violet started to laugh. "I should have known you wouldn't accept that, sorry. Yes, I've gotten too good at not talking about me. I'll let you ask five questions and I will answer them as truthfully as possible."

"Okay, Though I suspect only five will just scratch the surface. What do you for a living?"

"Oh, we are going to get the boring stuff out of the way first? Fine. I work for a non-profit that deals with healthcare advocacy in third world countries. I'm here in the Boston office. That is one. Do I get to ask you questions?"

"I suppose it would only be fair. Within reason, mind you."

"Hmm, Where are you most ticklish?"

"Violet! I... Why do you want to know?"

"It may be important information later."

"You are the most confounding..."

"Just answer the question Doctor."

"Fine. I suppose under my arms. To be honest, I can't remember the last time someone tickled me."

"That will need to be rectified."

"You wouldn't dare..." The smile she leveled at him told him not only would she but might be planning her attack as he sat there. He stared back at her with his mouth agape. Oh if a woman like this could indeed love him, but no he was convinced this was merely a case of her need to distance herself from the hospital environment.

"Your next question, Doctor?"

"I...I can't remember what I was going to ask now." Michael shook his head to clear it. She befuddled him and that was not a feeling he was used to. "Okay, I know you like opera, have you ever been to see it live?"

"When I was a child, my parents had season tickets to the Met. I used to love going with them. It was like they were the king and queen and I was their princess. Everything sparkled and was so beautiful. The building, the costumes, the music everything was magical. Back then everyone got dressed up, the last time I saw a show in New York there were so many people in jeans. I am glad they were supporting and enjoying the show but it made me miss when it was a bigger event." She seemed lost in thought, possibly remembering her parents. Michael had to take this opportunity to get her to talk about them.