Julian
I look around the office and back to Terrance. What the toxicology report he pulled for says is not good. It means Al Jefferson was on drugs before the surgery ever started.
“Unusually high levels of…ketamine?” I looked over the paperwork again and back to my friend Terrance that works for the state examiner’s office. “I know he’d be under anesthesia for surgery, and I saw the anesthesiologist’s chart. This wasn’t administered by the hospital.”
“No, based on the levels in his system in the different monitoring, you can see that it was present in his system before surgery started.” Terrance hands me the papers and his hands are shaking a little.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Terrance. Thanks for helping me.” I smile at him.
But he knows how my name has been plastered all over the news. How the practice my partners and I started is getting smeared relentlessly. Even if we do uncover the truth, there’s a chance that a black stain still presides over our reputations and prevents us from ever working in the medical industry again. But I’m sooner going to say I stole these files than let anyone point any blame at Terrance. He’s a good guy, and no one deserves the shit the media is putting Elodie, me, and my partners through right now.
No matter how far society advances, sex has to stay in the lower rungs of socially acceptable behavior even though that’s partially because everybody fucks.
But right now, the only fucking at hand is with these papers. These toxicology reports don’t match up with what we had during the surgery or post-op at all.
“You’re still the man who saved my baby boy to me, Julian. Anything for you.” Terrance pats my shoulder, nods, and heads out of the office, turning off the light behind him.
I wait long enough to know that not only is no one around but that it doesn’t seem like I was meeting Terrance in the storage office.
I have to get to the bottom of what really happened with Jefferson’s surgery. Toxicology was just the beginning. It looks like much more remains to be seen about Jefferson’s activities before the surgery, but I’ve got to confirm this information before I can race to any heinous conclusions.
So the rest of today I checked with the attendings and interns that were on the staff. I had them pull their reports – and I was lucky that with pending litigation against my practice I was able to do that. A nurse called someone in legal and they came to shoo my ass out of the building like I’m not a world class fucking surgeon but some druggie looking to score.
And that’s the thing.
Al Jefferson is a world class medical industry tycoon, but he was telling more than one lie and trying to cover his tracks that night. There’s such a mess that even the initial agreement my partners and I made with Jefferson now calls everything about that night into further question.
There was a time when my partners and I would have thought nothing of scratching the backs and keeping the secret of another medical industry or otherwise billionaire that asked for our discretion.
But this concerns Elodie. This concerns our practice.
The two things the three of us care about more than anything in the world.
I can’t stand the fact that Elodie has been lied to like this, but I can’t tell her what I’ve discovered just yet. How fucked up is it that the person I want to comfort is the one I need comfort from…but I may be just as bad as her so-called father, lying to her?
No, I can’t think like that. David, Stefan, and I promised each other that we’d keep everything that’s already messy with Elodie as clean as we could by not telling her anything we didn’t know for an absolute fact.
So while I know that there are higher than normal ketamine levels in Al’s blood, I don’t know why yet.
Suddenly I’m a damn boy scout here, after truth and justice…but I drive over to Elodie’s next.
She answers the door and I forget everything I mean to say for a second at just the sight of her. Literally breathtaking, everything about this woman. Fuck, I want this whole damn trial to be over…as if that can somehow mean that Elodie can belong to us.
Well, a man can dream. Elodie does certainly seem to be coming around to the idea of having us again. Together, all together, would be perfect, but I’m a desperate man in love and I’ll take whatever I can get.
I smile at her, looking at those gorgeous eyes looking at me and I think, fuck, I do love this woman.
“Julian, are you okay?” Elodie ushers me in the door and closes it behind us. “You looked pretty far away. I know you know something….and you can’t tell me yet. I’m not going to pretend like that isn’t making me crazy, but I’m trying to focus instead on possible new career paths.”
That kinda hurts my heart for Elodie. Hospital administrator has been her dream job title for ages now, and with all this scandal, the world seems to think she’s under-qualified for that and practically anything else. This is one of those situations that makes you want to punch something but there are too many targets and not enough progress to be made.
“I’m sorry that you’re getting dragged like this,” I say, pursing my lips.
“You, too.” Elodie shakes her head. “You can never take anything for granted, you know?”
Oh, Elodie, do I fucking know.
And just like that, we don’t have to discuss anything…because we are eye-fucking each other right now. We both need a decided less verbal couple of hours and I can’t wait to be inside her. The fire in her eyes tells me that she feels the same way. I cup her face and bring my other hand to lift her and pin her to the nearest wall, my hands roaming over her body with wild abandon. She moans into my ear and my cock is rock fucking hard.