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stare.
    “I take good care of all my patients. Now, shoo. He needs my attention.”
    Mark had the good grace to look abashed as his walkie went off.
    “Yeah, gotta go. See you, man!”
    The man lying on the gurney lifted his hand to give the thumbs up. Then he groaned.
    I shook my head at him, as I started looking him over.  
    “Try not to move, the doctor will be here soon.”
    He nodded and groaned again. I just tsked at him and checked his vitals, entering them into my tablet. His vitals were good so I moved on, touching him lightly, feeling for breaks.
    “What is your name?”
    “Trent Davis.”
    I gave him a look. What kind of name was that? It sounded made up. Like a super villain in a spy movie.
    Bright blue eyes stared back at me. Bright blue, bloodshot eyes. No wonder he was so cheerful.
    The guy was shit faced.  
    I made a mental note to do a tox screen.
    I moved to his right side. He flinched as I touched his arm. This is where he got the worst of it.  
    “I need to cut your clothes off of you.”
    He moaned again.
    “Not- the jacket.”
    “Sorry Mr. Davis, it’s got to go.”
    He nodded, giving up. It was pretty obvious his arm was broken inside it.
    “I’ll try and cut along the seams.”
    I looked up briefly and my breath caught in my throat. He was smiling at me. He had one of the most devastating smiles I’d ever seen.
    Damn, he really must be a celebrity.
    Pearly white teeth, sensuous lips, a chiseled face. And those eyes. They practically twinkled.
    The patient was flirting with me!
    Chewed up, spit out, and flirting.
    I shook my head and went back to cutting his clothes off of him. The doctor finally came and ordered morphine right away. He looked the patient over while I cleaned the torn skin on his side.
    Finally, the new nurses came on shift. I handed him off to Rachel. She was a good nurse. I felt confident as I stepped back.
    “Wait-“
    The patient’s good hand was gripping the edge of my scrubs. I looked over at him. He looked worried.
    “Dr. Jacobs will take good care of you, don’t worry.”
    “What’s your… name?”
    “Alexandra.”
    I don’t know why I told him. I usually didn’t go by my first name with patients. But he just grinned at me, letting his head fall back on the pillow.
    High as a kite, barely conscious and he was still flirting.
    I shook my head and left, grabbing my coat and purse on the way out.
    I’d been here for almost 38 hours now.
    I was ready to pass out. I forced myself to focus for the ride home.
    I didn’t want to end up like Mr. Blue Eyes.

Chapter Three
    Trent

    I was a dumbass.
    I was one big, stupid, lucky to be alive, dumbass.
    I would have been the first to admit it, but I was too busy being poked and prodded and passing out from the massive quantities of pain meds they were feeding me.
    It had to be a lot, considering how much recreational drug use I’d enjoyed over the years.
    So yeah, I was blotto.
    The next few days were a blur of bright lights, being moved around and short periods of extreme pain before passing out again. Olivia had come by to assure me the dogs were alright. Jan was there too to say she would stick around until I was better so the dogs would have someone to take care of them at night.
    George had come by, but I honestly think he was just checking to make sure my dick was still attached to my body. He wasn’t even subtle about it.
    The man came to visit my cock, basically.
    On the third day I woke up to see an angel bending over me.
    Not just an angel.
    The angel.
    The one I’d been dreaming about for days.
    I hadn’t thought she was real, just a figment of my drug addled brain. I mean, I didn’t expect movie stars to look like that, let alone a nurse. A movie star playing a nurse maybe.
    But here she was, fussing around me, like the others.
    Her soft blond hair was pulled back in a neat French Braid. Soft tendrils escaped it, framing a face of indescribable prettiness. Glowing skin, high cheekbones and soft juicy