Possessive Doctor

“I’ll have my driver take you next time.”

“Fine by me.”

He doesn’t even look in my direction.

I know what he’s thinking. He’s remembering the accident and he’s feeling guilty, and I’m not about to make him feel better. I want him to feel guilty. It’s his fault that I’m like this, and the real issue isn’t about to change anytime soon.

We reach our house and take the long driveway up to the main entrance. We live on five acres of land outside of Austin in a little town that my father practically owns. The house is enormous, more like a mansion than a ranch, although he pretends it’s his rugged hideaway.

My father is the richest man in Texas, which is saying a lot. He got lucky ten years ago and founded one of the last new producing oil wells in the state. His fortune was built on oil, and he’ll do anything to make sure that fortune continues to grow.

Before the oil, he sold shoes. I remember him before he became rich, before my mother died. He was softer, smiled more often.

Now, he’d rather tell me to go fuck myself than say hello in the morning. Not that we see each other in the morning. I stay out of his way and he stays out of mine.

“Need help?” he asks after he shuts off the engine and climbs out.

“No, thanks.”

He shrugs and walks off without another word.

“Asshole,” I mumble to myself.

This is my world. I live in a mansion in the middle of the Texas wilderness with my rich asshole oil baron father. I limp around this place feeling sorry for myself, wishing I were anywhere else doing anything else.

But this is where I am and this is who I am.

When I heal, it’s back to work.

And back to being just another pawn in my father’s master plan.2Brent“Goodnight, Brent,” Rachel says.

“Night, Rach.”

I barely notice her leave as I lean back in my chair. It’s a little past nine at night and the clinic is pretty much empty now except for me. I think Roger might still be working late, but his office is on the other side of the building.

As far as I’m aware, I’m alone in here. I flip through my files until I come to Amber Gibbins. I smile a little bit as I open it.

Pretty girl. Funny and nice, too. She was flirting with me, that much was obvious, and I didn’t do much to discourage her. Truthfully, I found her attractive, really fucking attractive. Long, dark hair, round face with thick lips and full, perky breasts. Her ass is tight and her legs are long and lean. I’m a doctor and I’m supposed to keep these feelings to myself… but I’m also a fucking human and a man.

I can’t help it if she’s goddamn gorgeous.

Still, putting my hands on her was just part of the job. Well, maybe looking at her body the way I did went a little bit beyond professionalism, but whatever.

Something’s nagging at me though. I flip through her file and keep reading it. The cause of the break is listed as a car accident, but when I get to her imaging, a few things jump out at me.

The positioning of her breaks and the severity of them are a little… odd.

I’ve seen breaks like these before. They’re not impossible or even all that uncommon, although they are typically incredibly debilitating and painful. But I normally see breaks like this on bad fall victims. People that fall from a roof, for example, or rock climbers that screw up. Sometimes you see it in an older person that fell down the steps.

Car accident just doesn’t make sense to me. The more I look at it, the more I’m convinced it’s from a fall. There were other injuries noted, though they were all minor compared to the leg.

“Amber, Amber, Amber,” I say to myself. “What the hell happened to you?”

Something just isn’t squaring with me. I grab my laptop and dash off a quick email to the attending that looked after her in the hospital. Chuck, how’s it going? Listen, I got that patient you referred to me, Amber Gibbins. I have to ask, what’s the deal with her? The file says car accident, but the injury doesn’t seem consistent. Let me know. And drinks next weekend if you’re not busy. Brent.

I send it off and start doing some other administrative work. The job never ends. Running your own clinic is a great and rewarding thing, but there’s a ton of work that goes along with it. I got into this job to help people, not to make money.

Frankly, I don’t need money. I have plenty of it, more than I’ll ever need. I became a doctor because I wanted to make something of myself instead of just sitting around and taking from my family.