I walk through the hospital with the taste of her lips on mine. My cock is half hard, but it was fully erect when we were kissing. This isn’t one of those kisses that you just forget. No, this is going to linger with me until I finally have her.

It’s just a matter of time before she comes running to my bed, begging for my cock.

“Dr. Horton!” says someone, coming up behind me and tugging on my shirt. I’ve already peeled the ridiculous plastic off my body, leaving it on the floor outside of Mia’s room.

“What?” I continue to walk without pausing.

“Dr. Horton,” says the shrill female voice. Whoever it is, she continues to tug on my shirt. “Administration needs to see you immediately!”

I stop, turning to look at her. She’s a young mousey looking nurse. Not too bad in the tits department, though. I’d give her a lay, let her have a chance at my cock… if it wasn’t for Mia. I have a feeling no one’s going to be able to scratch this itch until I finally sink my cock into Mia’s tight little pussy. No one’s going to do but her.

“Dr. Horton!” says the woman. “Are you listening to me?”

“No,” I say.

She looks completely stunned.

“Oh, sorry,” I say, sarcastically. “Were you telling me that administration needs to see me?”

She nods shyly.

“I’ll see them when I’m good and ready,” I say.

“But Dr. Horton!”

I sigh loudly.

“Liam!” shouts a male figure coming rapidly down the hallway. He’s walking stiffly, with his arms moving at his sides like he’s a robot. I’d recognize that walk anywhere. It’s Johnson.

“There is he,” says the nurse, in a low voice, without looking at me. She rushes past me, staring at the ground.

“There you are,” says Johnson, out of breath as he comes up to me. In one hand, he’s clutching his cell phone. In the other, he’s got a stack of papers, and it looks like he’s lost some, since they’re all ruffled and out of order.

“What’s up, Johnson?” I say.

“We’ve just received another complaint,” he says, still completely breathless.

“Great,” I say. “Just add it to the list. Bill me later, or whatever you do. I’ve got to get going.”

“But this is from… let me get this straight. Did you just administer an experimental drug to a highly allergic patient who had just come out of a coma?”

Great, so Mia’s dad found the bottle and complained to the staff. That’s just what I need, more complications. So much for him being an old friend, but that’s something I’ve learned over the years—people can turn on you when the situation is right and it’s to their advantage. Well, that and he’s just trying to protect his one daughter who has a life threatening health problem. I get that. I can understand that. But what I gave her worked and it’s going to continue to work. I know I’m right.

“Yes,” I say, staring Johnson right in the eyes.

“But…” he sputters. “You can’t do that… You’re a… You just can’t go around…”

“Listen,” I say. “If it doesn’t work, tell them they can sue me and I’ll admit to everything.”

“That’s not a very good legal position.”

“I don’t give a shit about my legal position,” I say.

I turn and walk away, leaving Johnson still sputtering and clutching his messy stack of papers.

Fishing in my pocket for my cell phone, I walk swiftly towards the elevator that will take me to my department.

I dial John’s number.

He picks up on the first ring.

“How dare you!” he says, sputtering his words just like Johnson.

“I’m going to cut you off right there, John,” I say. “I’m headed into surgery and I don’t have time for this bullshit. So listen. And listen carefully. I’m right about the methylene blue. Do the research yourself. It stopped her attacks, and you’ll notice over the next week that Mia doesn’t have any other attacks. She’ll be able to leave her room now.”

“But… you…” His words are nothing but anger and confusion. He might know I’m right.

“Sue me if I’m wrong,” I say. “Give it a week and see. You’re an old friend, John, and I’ll forgive this little stunt of yours, reporting me to that asshole Johnson. I know you’re just concerned about your daughter.”

There’s a long pause on the other end of the line.

That might have calmed him down a little. But what I’m about to say next is sure to make him angry again, but fuck all if that’s going to stop me.

“And another thing,” I say. “I’m going to be asking your daughter out.”

I can hear the anger coming from him, but he’s not speaking. He’s just making vague guttural noises.

“I know that’s not what you wanted to hear,” I say. “But she’s been stuck in that room alone for a year. She deserves to get out and see the world.”

I almost say experience things, but that might be pushing it just a little too far, since the obvious implication is that she’s going to be experiencing my cock.

“You can’t!” is all he manages to say among all of his sputtering.

“I absolutely can ask her out,” I say. “And I have a hunch she’s going to accept. But the point is she’s an adult, and she can make her own choices. I’ve got to get to surgery.”

I hang up the phone.

Sometimes, friends need you to show them what’s what.

“Is the patient prepped?” I ask the nurse in the hallway.

She does a double take, seeing me in a t-shirt and jeans. “Not yet, Dr. Horton.”

“Get on it,” I say. “I’ll be ready in five.”

I pull off my t-shirt, and grab my phone. One last phone call before heading into surgery.

“Mia?” I say, as she picks up.

“Hi,” she says, giggling a little nervously. “Oh, I’m sorry that…”

“I know what you’re about to say,” I say. “I don’t have much time. I’ve already talked to your dad and everything. Don’t worry about the treatment. You’re going to be fine… And you’ll come out with me on Friday, right?”

“Sure,” she says eagerly. Then there’s a pause. “Oh,” she adds, sounding suddenly uncertain. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to. They’re really worried I’ll have a relapse…”