Chelle Bliss - Hook Me

To my one and only,

You’ve sacrificed countless hours of time together to help my dream come true.

Without you, I wouldn’t know be able to write about such passion and true love. I thought love like that only happened in books, but everyday you prove me wrong.

I love you.

To my parents,

I don’t have words for all you’ve done for me.  The sacrifices you’ve made throughout my life.

I will be eternally grateful. ~Love, Your Daughter

And to Kaylee,

My fantastic assistant that kept me sane during the last two month, I couldn’t have done this without you! Love ya HARD girl!

MICHAEL

Spring

Wiping the blood from my brow, I glared at Tito. The wound stung as sweat trickled into the open cut just above my swollen eye. He moved quickly, but I had more power. It felt like a game of cat and mouse. I let him feel confident in his abilities, before I made my move to take his ass down.

A sharp pain in my ribs stole my breath as I kicked him in the thigh before the bottom of my palm connected with his chin. As his head flew back, I grabbed him around the waist, lifting him off the ground, and threw him on his ass. When my body crashed on top of him, the dull pain in my ribs became excruciating. I couldn’t relent or release him. I fought through the discomfort and held him down as he kicked and flailed like a trapped bitch.

His grunts grew louder and I took the opportunity to hit him in the face as he was locked in my grip, turning red in the crook of my arm. The back of his heel connected with my calf and the muscle instantly tightened. My body may have been screaming for me to stop, but my determination to win the match had me push through the pain and not let go.

Blowing the whistle, the ref called the match to a close. Releasing him, I limped to my feet and held my ribs trying to catch my breath. I smiled for the cheering crowd as Tito crawled toward his trainer. I wanted to fall down and sprawl out against the cool plastic material, but I couldn’t, not yet at least.

“You won,” Rob yelled in my ear as he smacked me on the back.

I winced, closing my eyes to block everything out. Through gritted my teeth I said, “Fuck, don’t do that shit.” I exhaled slowly with shaky breath before opening my eyes to look at Rob.

His eyes grew wide as he searched my face, honing in on my hand. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“My fucking ribs. I think they’re broken. I can’t breathe,” I huffed out, struggling to speak.

“Let’s get you checked out. Make sure you didn’t puncture a lung or some shit,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my body and helped me out of the cage.

* * *

I closed my eyes and listened to the noise outside the room. Voices carried through the hallways – the cries, yelling, beeping, and telephones made it impossible to rest. I concentrated on my breathing, taking small shallow breathes to stave off the stabbing pain.

“Mr. Gallo,” a voice said from the doorway.

I jerked to sit up but the pain sliced through my chest like a knife stabbing me. I collapsed against the mattress and raised my hand. “Here,” I said before resting my hand on my chest.

Placing her hand on my shoulder, she smiled at me. “I see you’re here for your ribs.”

“What gave that away?” I said, a little pissed off.

She pulled her lips in her mouth hiding her smile. “On a scale of one to ten, how severe is the pain?”

“Seven when I breathe too deep and about a two if I don’t move and take short shallow breaths.”

“I need to remove your shirt,” she said, touching the bottom of my tank top. “This is going to hurt.”

“I can handle it, Doc. Do your worst.”

Her fingertips touched the flesh of my stomach and I twitched as her nail grazed the spot just above my shorts. “Sorry,” she said, blushing. “It may be easier if you sit up. Take my hand,” she said, releasing my tank and holding out her hand to me.

Holding my breath, I used my free hand to pull myself up with her help. It hadn’t been as painful as when I tried it on my own, but wasn’t comfortable either. “Whew,” I said as I inhaled and winced.

“Just sit there, sir, and I’ll do the rest.” Placing her body between my legs, she reached for my shirt again.

When a beautiful woman says she’s going to undress me, then have at it, I’d just sit back and watch.

Her facial features were petite, small nose, high cheekbones, and large hazel eyes. She glanced up at me as she pulled the material up, exposing my stomach. The feel of her fingers moving up the side of my body sent a shiver down my spine.

“Can you raise your arms or shall I cut it off?”

“I can do it.” I raised my arms, smiling through the pain, holding my breath.

“There,” she said, pulling it over my head. Moving to the side of me, she placed one hand on my back and the other on my chest.

Her touch seared my skin.

“Lie back,” she said softly.

With a very serious look on her face, she tried to hold up my body weight as I reclined.

“Which rib is giving you the problem?” she asked, looking down at my chest. She tilted her head; her eyes raked across my skin as her tongue darted out, sweeping against her bottom lip.

I needed to think of something else beside her sexy ass mouth.

Being in this position, a hard-on would be embarrassing.

“Left side.” I tried to think of the fight, or my sister sitting in the waiting room, as her fingertips glided across my skin. I felt the Doc’s touch everywhere, moving down to my toes. I stared at the ceiling and tried to wipe out all thought of her, but it’s pretty fucking impossible when a gorgeous woman is touching me.

“Right here?” she asked, pressing down.

My entire body jerked. My head flew off the tiny crappy pillow and my muscles tensed. “Fuck, Doc. Warn a person first, will ya?”

She bit her lip, her cheeks turning pink. “I’m sorry. Guess I did my worst.” She chuckled. “I think you need an x-ray to be sure you haven’t punctured your lung. How did you do this anyway?”

“I had a fight and the guy kneed me in the rib cage.”

She grimaced and sighed. “Men, I’ll never understand them.”

“Doc,” I placed my hand over hers, stilling her movement before I pitched tent.  “It was a pro fight. I don’t do street fights and I’m not into bar room brawls.”

“Not much difference in my eyes when someone ends up here. Violence is violence.”

I said with a grin, “Oh, come on. You’ve never hit someone?”

“Not unless I was defending myself.” She pulled her hands back and picked up the chart from the table next to the gurney.

“Well, I was defending myself from his damn knee,” I laughed. “Ouch, fuck.”

“Did you win?” Raising her eyebrows and cocking her head, she stared at me with parted lips.

I wanted to grab her and sweep my tongue inside her mouth. Show her how a real man does it. My strength wasn’t only good in the ring, but I could hold her against the wall and make her dirty with barely any effort. “I always win.” I grinned, winking at her.

“Cocky bastard,” she muttered under her breath.

“My ribs hurt, but my hearing is fantastic, Doc.”

She ran her hands down her face to hide her smile. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me.”

“Make it up to me with dinner.” I touched her hand and saw her body twitch from the contact.

She felt it too – the connection… the spark between us.

“I don’t date men who use their fists, Mr. Gallo.”

“My hands have many other uses that you’d quite enjoy.”

She swallowed hard enough that I could hear it before she looked down at the chart and back at me. “I don’t date patients or cocky bastards,” she chuckled.

“Don’t know what you’re missing.”

“I have to go order your x-ray, Mr. Gallo, and I have other patients to see. I’ll be back to see you as soon as I get the results.”

“Just think about it, please? You’ve wounded my pride.” Pretending to be hurt I gripped my chest.

“You’re pride is just fine, it’s your lung I’m worried about. Stay put,” she said, as she started to walk away.

“Where would I go? I can’t even sit up without your help.”

“Good, then I’ll know where to find you,” she laughed and walked out the door.

Reaching down, I adjusted my dick in my shorts. Fuck, just talking to her made me semi-hard. The half-pitched tent vanished when a burly man walked through the door with an x-ray machine. Never thought I’d be happy to see a man.

His size made it easy for him to move me. After a few shots, he helped me sit up before he left.

I started thinking of all the lines I’d use on her. I wanted that date, but how could I get her to say yes.

My heart sunk when I heard, “Well, Mr. Gallo it looks like a clean fracture.” It wasn’t the sexy doctor but a man that spoke.

“Where’s the other doctor?” I asked, wanting to see her before I left.

“She’s busy and asked me to give you the good news and get you checked out.”

“Fuck,” I mumbled. She foiled my plans. I sighed, “So I’m good to go?”

“It’s going to take about four to six weeks to heal. You can tape them to relieve some of the pain if you’d liked.”

“I know. It’s not the first time I’ve cracked a rib.”

“Here’s the paperwork with instructions and make sure to follow up with your family doctor in a week or so.”

“Got it,” I said, as I grabbed the paperwork from his hand.

Grabbing my shirt, I stalked out of the room to find Izzy. The doctor brushed me off and I was pissed.

MIA

Summer

Human life seemed to be worthless to most people, that’s what I learned during my time as an emergency room physician.

I wanted to help people for as long as I could remember. My mom said I raided the medicine cabinet to fix my Cabbage Patch kids as a little girl.

Each day as I stood over my patients, trying to revive their lifeless bodies, my education and training felt meaningless. Medicine is still referred to as a practice. It hasn’t perfected and even with today’s advances in medicine, not everything can be fixed.

It’s a hard fact that I don’t always want to accept, but have no choice.

The hardest part of my job, the thing I dread most is informing a family that we were unable to save their loved one, despite our best efforts.

Those words left my mouth twice today and it had been soul crushing.

“Call it, Dr. Greco,” Dr. Patel said, as he stood next to the gurney.

I couldn’t stop myself from pushing down again. Sweat trickled down my cheeks, as a lump had formed in my throat. Maybe if I pushed one more time, I could get his heart to beat again.

“I can’t. Just give me a couple more minutes.” I pushed with such force I knew that a few ribs had cracked under my palm.

His life hadn’t even begun and I would be the one that called his time of death.

“Mia.” Dr. Patel placed his hands mine, snapping my mental focus – to save the boy’s life. “He’s gone. You’ve been working on him for over thirty minutes. His injuries are too grave. Call it or I will.”

Dr. Patel had been by my side today and knew the devastation that we were unable to repair – two car accidents, a gunshot victim, and the little blond haired angel in front of me – a victim of a hit and run driver.

How could someone hit a child and leave him in the street to die?

A child… a goddamn innocent little boy.

I looked at Dr. Patel and was struck by the weariness on his face. His eyes were bloodshot, the tiny creases around them looked deeper with big dark circles. I could see that the day had taken a toll on him too. I wasn’t alone in my despair.

I rested my palms against the boy’s chest and felt the silence within, there was no life left to save. “Time of death: seven-twenty-one P.M.” I closed my eyes and took a couple slow, steady breaths before I removed my hands. I wanted to run to the bathroom and throw up.

A third life I couldn’t save.

“I’ll go tell his parents, Mia. You’ve done enough today,” Patel said, placing his hand on my shoulder, giving it a tiny squeeze.

“Thank you, Eric.”