Alright he thought and carried her as fast as possible to his toilet and in the moment he sat her down she already started retching and he caught her hair just in time. That was when he recognized her tattoo, it was a violin clef at her neck, it looked amazing awesome, but now wasn't the time to think about it. He was nervous; he had just finished medical school, but never treated a patient on his own. And now there was this young lady, he didn't know and he neither knew, with what she'd been drugged.
When she finished throwing up she started to cry and through her sobs he couldn't understand anything. Greg knew that the next part would be a bit delicate. He had to check her medically, he knew she fell down on her knees, so that they probably need to be cleaned and he wanted to know if she'd been raped, but for him it didn't seem this way, perhaps she had escaped just in time. But nonetheless he had to get her out of her dress because if she continued vomiting the dress wouldn't make it up till tomorrow. So he had to undress her, his fingers were trembling slightly when he moved to the zipper of her dress, he already had told her that he had to do it, but it didn't seem as if she had recognized what he had told her. When he had freed her out of the dress, he redressed her with an old shirt of him, which went down to her knees, leaving just enough space to treat her wounds. Then he took of her bracelet before it could get lost in the toilet, it seemed to be a bit loose. He was glad he didn't see any traces of violence on her body and so he began disinfecting her wounds. The feeling of her smooth skin was sending him jolts of electricity through his body, but he was her doctor now and she nothing more than his patient. He then again checked her eyes and her pulse, but everything was ok in her condition, so he accompanied her to his bed where she blacked out again. So he went back to his bathroom and began cleaning it, when he finished with his work he went back to his room when he recognized that his bed was the only thing to lie down, this or the floor. He was afraid that when he lied down next to her and she'd awake earlier than him that she'd freak out, but actually it was less possible that she could be awake before him, so he decided to lie down next to her. He was extremely tired so that his eyes closed the moment he lay down.
When he woke up the next morning, she was still sleeping, he was checking if her pulse was alright, but it was back to normal. So he went to his kitchen to make some coffee when he heard her running for the bathroom. Here we go again he thought and then it occurred to him that she'd feel probably more than horrible this morning. When she came back into the room she looked ashamed.
"I….I…don't know …anything from last night." she spoke in low voice and didn't dare to look into his eyes.
"Well, no wonder" He told her as being her doctor and her eyes shot up to meet his. "you have been drugged, probably by the rape drug, but can't say it clearly." He could see the relief in her eyes and she started to blush.
"So you…you took care of me?" she asked hopefully and he simply nodded. Since when did he take care of someone else besides him? It was the same thing Stacy always accused him that he was being an egoist. Well, but in this case he just took care in being her doctor.
"Thank you." She said and blushed even more but it suited her in his opinion. When he took to cups she continued asking.
"You're the piano guy, aren't you?" stupid question she thought in the moment it has left her mouth.
"Yeah and my name's Greg, didn't catch your though, when you passed out."
"Allison." She answered and blushed once again. He thought it was quite funny that a person could blush so easily. But she was nervous; he knew it because she was fiddling with the hem of the shirt.
"Want a cup of coffee?" and she just nodded, but soon felt it wasn't a good idea because she started to feel dizzy and had to sit back down.
"Your head will be hurting for the next few days and the dizziness will continue a few days as well." He told her professionally "And I recommend you to get some blood test running to confirm that you've been drugged, shouldn't handle it easy." He gave her the cup and grabbed her wrist, checking her pulse once again.
"Well, at least you seem ok and your pulse is back to normal, that's good."
"Are you a doctor? Thought you were musician" she asked with wide eyes
"Well, I have just finished medical school starting my first job next week, but music is just my passion and had here a wonderful band, which I have to give up because I have to move." But then he smirked "But it seems to me that it's yours as well, isn't it? Still don't get it why most of them started to laugh when you got up on the stage" he questioned her
Now she had to smirk, to laugh at the stupidity of her classmates.
"Well, I sang in the choir, but we just sang church songs and I hated them, so I sang wrong, wanted to be excluded, but they never let me go."
"So why do you wear then the violin clef hidden?" with that he smoothed her hair from her neck to look once again at her neck. It was in this moment that Stacy opened the door and saw the two of them, his hand on her neck, she just in his shirt, her hair a mess and both sitting on his bed.
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