Dr Anderson's POV
As expected, the hallway was all quiet except for the sound of my footsteps, and my angry inhaling and exhaling. I remembered just then that Stuart's room needed to be changed and contemplated between going back to Crawford and continuing with my journey.
Damn Crawford! I cussed in my head, settling for the latter.
I got into the private elevator after inserting the key, and watched as it automatically displayed the floor where it was headed.
From the mirrored surface of the elevator room, I caught sight of my reflection, noting a mixture of anger and worry on my face, and the lab coat which looked perfect on me and covered in... Blood?
I got into action immediately, as I took the coat off me, and folded it into such a small size that it entered my briefcase easily.
Just as the humming of the elevator stopped to announce my arrival at the ground floor, Ryan stepped inside the elevator, taking me by surprise.
At first, I thought Mr Crawford had ordered my head, and I became scared, even though I tried to not show it.
"Hello." I greeted, happy at just how my voice came out.
"Hey doc. Is the boss upstairs?" He asked way too quickly, and I knew for sure that he hadn't come here to ask of Crawford's whereabout, and he hadn't come to endanger me either.
"Yeah." I replied curtly, wondering what it was that he was looking all over me.
"Isn't that blood on your collar?" He suddenly asked, pointing above my left shoulder.
I suddenly knew why he was here. Mr Crawford must have contacted him to look for me and ensure I don't go all out covered in blood.
"There is no blood." I assured, stepping out of the elevator while he followed suit.
I drove slowly and absentmindedly, grateful for the absence of cars or pedestrians, as it gave me time to ponder on the possible turn my life was about to take.
Husband to Dr Sofia, and father to Stuart, how do I adjust? What will people think? What will become of my relationship with Sonia and Michelle?
A huge part of me wanted to fight against this arrangement, but I knew how powerless I am against Crawford.
If Dr Sofia would fight against the arrangement as well, maybe we would both stand a chance against Crawford. I thought with a glimmer of hope. I held on to the thought as though it was life itself, and focused on the road after increasing my speed.
I pulled over at my parking lot, but remained in the car, trying to get my story straight. From the window, I could see my dimly lit bedroom which indicated that Michelle was fast asleep.
Relieved that there will be no questions and answers from Michelle tonight, I stepped out of the car and headed inside.
I pushed open my bedroom door. Thanks to the well-oiled hinges, it opened silently. Michelle laid on one side of the bed, fast asleep or so I thought.
Once I accidentally dropped my briefcase noisily, Michelle shot out of bed, ready to scream.
"It's only me." I said, calming her down.
"When did you get in?" She asked me, breathing hard.
"A few minutes ago, you were asleep." I replied.
"I wasn't. I couldn't sleep." She argued, moving towards me.
I held her against me for a few seconds, savoring the warmth and softness of her bossom.
"You reek of sex. Are you sure you are coming from the hospital?" She asked with a laugh, and I shot her a hard stare.
Without saying a word to her, I headed towards the walk-in closet to get a night wear.
I came back out in no time, and went to the bathroom, without sparing Michelle a glance. From the corner of my eyes, I could see her seated on the bed, browsing through her phone.
A soft knock on the bathroom door some minutes later announced Michelle's presence just outside the door.
"Yes, Michelle." I called out a little loudly. My whole body was covered in lather, my eyes inclusive.
"You have a call from Dr Sofia." She announced.
"You can put the phone away if you want, I will see to it later." I said in the most nonchalant tone I could muster at the moment. Within me, I worried greatly on why she had called, and called this late.
Michelle's retreating footsteps brought me out of my thoughts, and I resumed my shower.
Michelle's POV
I finally had sex with Anderson today, after weeks of fantasizing about it, and it was lit. Although it wasn't as good as what I am used to on a regular basis, still it was lit.
After he left for the hospital, I tried vainly to sleep. I was both worried and afraid. Staying alone in Anderson's house the very first time of visiting him, and having no idea what was going on in Medcorp.
I contemplated on putting a call across to Mr Crawford, but decided against it after confirming the time. Calling Anderson was out of the question since I knew he would disclose nothing to me.
If only he knew how involved I am in the mission.
After tossing on the bed for a long time, I gave up trying to sleep, and focused instead on pretending to be asleep, hoping that will do the trick, but a sudden clatter sent me out of bed, ready to pull down the whole building with screams.
I was extremely relieved to see that it was Anderson who had come in, and not some other person as I had feared.
Even though Anderson tried to calm me down, I could sense a new feeling of worry in his every move. I wasn't sure what it was, and I didn't know how to ask.
I watched him as he went into the bathroom to shower after my rather harsh joke.
When Dr Sofia's call came in through Anderson's phone, my worry increased. For all I know both Anderson and Dr Sofia were no longer in touch.
Anderson's indifference to Dr Sofia's call somehow calmed my worries, and I readily followed his advice to put the phone away.
"Now I feel refreshed." Anderson announced once he stepped out of the bathroom. Every trace of worry was gone.
"It's good to have you back." I said, pushing every thought I had aside. I covered the distance between us, and enclosed him in a warm embrace.
It was really good to have him back. Now I can sleep without fear.