Prescribed (The White Coat Series) Read Free Page B

looked down, our lips inches from meeting. I felt his warm breath on my cheeks as we tried to regain some air after our laugh attack. Our eyes were locked in with each other’s, his hands lowered down and pulled me in even closer. His back smacked against the wall as my hands looped up around his neck, the stubbles of his beard gently scratching at my palms. 
    “I thought you were beautiful the moment you were wheeled into my room,” Ryan whispered to me, smiling mischievously as his mouth inched closer to me. I tilted my chin upward, ready for our lips to meet in a passionate exchange driven by an intense chemistry that I had never felt before. My center burned with a growing passion as I brought his face down towards mine. 
    Then we heard footsteps, and it was over faster than it had begun. 
    If I had jumped back any further I would have broken some sort of physic’s law. I was literally on the other side of the hallway in probably two seconds flat. My senses were always on high alert and I was well aware that we could get in trouble for this. And besides, what if Eric somehow found out? 
    Nope. Not an option. 
    I looked over at Ryan as a blonde nurse wearing teddy bear scrubs walked down the hall, nodding politely at the both of us but no doubt wondering what we were up to. I waved a goodnight towards her and to Ryan, smiling and mouthing a "thank you" as I hurried into my room. I took a deep breath and laid back down in my bed. 
    I slept with a smile on my face that night.

CHAPTER THREE

    Waking up was a much less pleasant experience compared to falling asleep with the smell of Ryan still lingering in the air. My eyes snapped open to the sound of my phone vibrating on the bed stand next to me. I had forgotten to leave it charging the day before so it was off the whole time until I had turned it on just before falling asleep which meant that I didn’t get any of Eric’s calls.  
    And he called a lot. 
    "Hello?" I said weakly into my cracked cellphone as the haziness of sleep was wearing off. 
    "Hey, where are you? I’ve been calling you all day yesterday. I was so close to calling the police,” Eric asked, concern in his voice. 
    “I’m so sorry,” I said. “I kind of passed out during volunteering and had to stay here in the hospital for a bit. Nothing big, but I didn’t have my charger and forgot my phone even existed, I’ve been so busy with tests and stuff,” I apologized, hoping Eric wouldn’t compartmentalize this for later. 
    Silence. 
    "Are you ok?" he asked, a flash of anger sparking in his tone. 
    "Yeah, I'm fine. Just passed out and bumped my head,” I replied, trying to brush off the incident and not worry Eric too much. He always worried about me. Whether it was worrying over how much oatmeal I had for breakfast or what the acne-riddled teenage boy was telling me at the grocery checkout line. He was always so protective of me. 
    “I’ll be home soon, promise you’ll be home when I get there?” I asked warily, not knowing if it would be a good idea having him see me like this. 
    “Depends, I have basketball practice, " Eric said, his sentences now cut short. I knew I needed to end this conversation before Eric got even angrier. 
    “Alright, I got to go, the nurse is coming to give me lunch.” 
    "Ok, bye." 
    I pressed end on the call and sighed, not knowing how Eric actually took it. I was just scared he would suspect I was lying and think that I was in fact somewhere else. It wasn’t like the Eric I always knew, but the Eric I knew now had become an overly paranoid mess. What's worse is that the current Eric was beginning to take out his frustrations physically. I rolled over on my uncomfortable but very adjustable hospital bed, stuffing my slightly throbbing head into one of the flattest pillows I had ever felt. I couldn't help but let out another groan. I heard the woman lying in the hospital bed next to me groan back in a weird sort of reply. I looked over and waved