As dangerous as an accident.
Summary: After Kate crashes the car killing Tom, she seeks some medical advice about her neck pains intruding on one of the best spinal surgeons -Jack Shepard. What happens when Jack falls for yet another one of his patients?
She was shifting uncomfortably against the plastic chair when he got there, her eyes wandering the hospital room. She looked scared but her face was contempt on being strong her jaw tightened unwillingly.
Jack had shifted in for one of his colleagues, he wasn't a specialist in this doctor area, but he had studied the neck almost as carefully as the spine.
He wanted to put his hand against hers to settle her from moving around so cautiously, instead he picked up the latex glove and slid it on his hands "I'm Doctor Shepard." he announced his doctor-like trait edging on his words with authority.
He wished he had said it softer because he could see her reel back against the chair. "Claire Guild."
- And to his amazement her voice was soft and confident despite her watery green eyes.
Green eyes, they willed into his suddenly, leaving a static connection between them electrify up through his own body, sending a violent fireball reel against the inside of his stomach.
He leaned in towards her earnestly, gingerly placing his strong hand against her inflamed neck. He could feel her neck moving with each breath she took, he could tell immediately what it was but his hand lingered for more than a second against her soft skin. Her sweet smell engulfed him, her brown hair brushing against fingers.
His gloved hand against her bare skin sent a shock through her spine, and her neck gave a quick spasm of pain. She moaned in pain and he took his hand away rubbing her cheek tenderly. She looked at him her eyes questioning his actions, he took his hand away dejectedly.
He almost didn't trust himself to speak but the words spilled from his lips anyway "It's nothing serious." she didn't answer so he continued in his explanatory doctor cliché mode "You have a soft tissue cervical hyperextension injury," her eyes stayed blank her expression confused, "It's just a bad case of whiplash, what happened again?" he picked up her medical chart because his own cheeks had pinked in lust, her stare boring into him, he knew what had happened he just wanted to hear her soft voice again.
This time it wasn't as confident, unsteady and breathy in places "I crashed into a wall, and I didn't think I was exceptionally injured so I left it, but I started to get dizzy and I fainted last night." She didn't seem the type of girl to feel sorry for herself, instead she looked sorry for him attending to her.
He nodded and tore his eyes away from the chart to look at this same girl, they're eyes connected. She was pretty in a different way than most girls, her cheeks taut and red, her pale face was covered in small freckles her green piercing eyes and her white teeth. She was slender yet small, her legs crossed at the heels. Her muscular arms were covered in a white shirt where Jack could only see the ripple through them.
"Well all I can do is prescribe some painkillers," his voice was lower than usual in a vain attempt to make him seem more man-like.
She nodded, her eyes roamed his broad silhouette, stopping on his large feet. Images flashed through her mind but she shook them away. He caught her looking and she blushed innocently, but it was undeniable the spark of lust they held, as if mimicking his own eyes.
She moved away from the chair standing unbearably close to him, she put her hand out in attempt to thank him, their hands touched leaving an eccentric shock between them, she pulled back.
Before he could stop himself he had made an excuse to keep her there "I might have to check your head though." he sounded as if he was making an excuse and he turned his eyes to the ground embarrassed. "Seeing as you fainted."
He looked up again to reveal her smiling weakly at him, the corners of her lips creased "Okay."
She wanted to get out of there, it was dangerous staying in a place full of so many people for so long, but the handsome doctor in front of her was pulling her in, she took an airy breath surfacing the passion she held almost automatically towards him.
After taking her in for tests he confided that her head was uninjured, as he always knew it had been.
He handed her a bottle of tablets, their fingers touched and their eyes locked on each other once again.
"Doctor." she couldn't deny the sultry voice that had arisen in her, her body arched forward in ecstasy as his hand grazed hers. She shook slowly, her head clouding. She groaned in annoyance and put her hand to it.
His hand was against it too immediately, she wasn't dizzy from her neck this time, she was dizzy from his touch, his eyes.
"I'm ok."
"You sure." his warm eyes were concerned for her, the brown pools making her insides turn jelly-like, her stance shaky.
"I'm sure." although the handsome doctor had looked after her so nicely her gratitude was lost in her eerie senses for him.
"Thank-you, for everything." she walked away feeling his gaze against her back watching her walk away "My pleasure."
The word pleasure sent her heart racing "I'll see you next week," she was about to close the door when she turned around in a swift motion locking him into her gaze "doctor." the way she had said it made his insides churn and his own eyes look down her body in an obvious matter.
"See you then." his voice was gruff not unlike his thoughts.
Her eyes flicked to his latex gloves in almost a suggestive matter "and thanks again." and she shut the door behind her, shutting away the connection between them.
Should I continue? Is it worth it?. . . You tell me.=)