BREATHE: A Billionaire Romance, Part Four Read Free

drifted off to complete sleep. I looked over at Derek’s still sleeping form and groaned.
    It was strange that Derek was quiet. Although normally I probably would have thanked my lucky stars that he had finally shut up, it wasn’t the way that I currently felt. If it hadn’t been such a terrible situation, I would have been grateful…. but I couldn’t be grateful for it at a time like this. It was horrible in a time like this. In this case, I wanted him to wake up; I wanted him to talk; I wanted more than anything for him to be his same ol’ annoying self.
    “Why wasn’t I notified?” I heard a familiar voice bellow behind the curtain, off in the distance.
    My brows furrowed in confusion and curiosity. I shifted my chair over to the side, and craned my neck to see if I could place the mystery voice. However, I couldn’t see. The curtain was almost completely closed, and the small crack of space that existed did nothing for my view. I sighed, pulled myself up off the chair, and walked towards the curtain, hoping that I wouldn’t be yelled at for exploring.
    I grabbed a handful of the curtain and pulled it aside an inch or so, just enough so that I could glance out and see what was going on.
    And then I saw him.
    He was dressed in jeans and a polo, with tennis shoes on, and his hair was a mess. But it was him. He didn’t have that same fake smile, and his eyes were tired from exhaustion… so he did look a bit different. But it was him. It was Dr. Freeman. It was Derek’s doctor and stepbrother.
    “It was an emergency case, Dr. Freeman,” the doctor on duty sighed.
    “This is my patient!” he yelled in a whisper that was loud enough for anyone listening to hear quite clearly.
    “I am aware of that, but he came in, and we had to check him out before you got here.  There wasn’t any time to wait on you, your patient or not.” He crossed his arms, and matter-of-factly looked at Dr. Freeman.
    I smirked.
    I liked this guy.
    “There are inconsistencies in his medical history and what we found, so we did want to run a few more tests,” the man continued, glancing through the folder he gripped tightly in his hand.
    My brows furrowed once again, and I wondered what the inconsistencies were.
    “I’ll take over from here,” Dr. Freeman interrupted, snapping the files from the emergency room doctor’s hand. “Thank you, Dr. Lawrence.”
    He wasn’t really thanking him. His tone was off; he was being condescending, as if Dr. Lawrence wasn’t competent enough to look after his patient. And in all honesty, if it had been anyone other than Dr. Freeman’s cocky ass, I might have believed it was because he was truly worried for Derek.
    But I doubted that was the case.
    I could tell Dr. Lawrence was hesitant to hand the file over. But with a sigh, and a worried look, he did so.
    I couldn’t understand why Dr. Freeman seemed so incredibly irate, but when I saw him turn on his heel and head towards our curtained area, I jumped, closed the open space and hurriedly raced back to my chair.
    It was only a moment or two later that he actually flung the curtain open and bust in, his face red. He was clearly angry.
    “Why didn’t you call me?!” he seethed, his face as red as blood. “You could have called me on the way, and I could have been here! And then I wouldn’t have to clean up after another doctor!”
    He was clearly disregarding Dr. Lawrence’s abilities.
    “He seemed perfectly capable to me,” I shot, displeased with his unprofessional attitude.
    “But I’m his doctor. Not him.” He was direct, and I could tell that he was upset.
    “You sound like a fucking baby!” I shouted, not caring how ridiculously rude I sounded. I was fueled; and I jumped from my chair in rage. “He’s laying here unconscious, and all you want to do is whine about how he’s your patient. You’re a fucking moron!”
    I didn’t care.
    I did not like him before, but now, I really didn’t like him. He just made it so much