4. Surprising house call
Waking up in the cold morning, Quinn felt way better than yesterday. She pushed herself from her bed to leave for breakfast, glancing at the calendar that showed her the eventless Saturday. In her sleeping joggers and spaghetti straps top, she was leaving her room while knotting her hair to a messy bun together.
The first thing her eyes were beholding was a cardigan on the floor, not too unfamiliar but Judy's. A few meters farther, she could spot that woman's high heels, also thrown across the parquet, thus counting as a track that she had been undressing those in a wild exchange of body contact since she usually wasn't the person to treat her shoes so loveless.
Not caring about it at all though, Quinn kicked her cardigan out of her way, getting into the living room that was coupled with the kitchen. A wry smile rested on her face as she grabbed the stuck of DIN A3 drawings from her students that her roommate had left heartless in a corner of the room after piling them together. Putting them aside on the table, she prepared a cup of tea in the morning and enjoyed her toast after she hadn't been able to taste anything for four whole days due to her illness. Eating without tasting was just torture.
Quietly, the door of her friend's room opened and Quinn watched her strolling out to the bathroom in her rosé morning coat, passing her casual with a yawning "morning," before she disappeared behind walls.
Glancing over to the door of her room in the wide hallway, sightable from the dining table, Quinn could see her to had left it open and she wondered what playboy she had brought home this time. Many of those one-night standers had been awful as the moment they were acknowledging her in the morning too, they were undressing her only with their gazes, and she bet that their minds stopped somewhere by a threesome. If looks could rape. To pity were those who expected it to be something deeper; or those her friend pushed out merciless, the morning she realized what she had brought home the night either in desperation or drunk.
"Oh Quinn, last night was incredible," Judy said when she walked out of the bathroom with such a satisfied look, taking the chair in front of her mate.
Watching her slumping down, Quinn narrowed her eyes, chewing her bread and swallowed it slowly. "Tell me one. How do you manage not getting furious about your shoes at times like those?"
"It pays off, girl, it pays off," Judy replied with a face carrying confidence about what she wanted and liked. Soon though, she narrowed her brows and switched to revision, details about her past adventures were running through her mind. "Of course, there were times that didn't pay off at all, awful, regret them, but this time..." She raised her brows in awe. "I regret nothing."
Ah right, and those who she had expected too much from.
Only staring at her blankly, Quinn gave off a long pulled "uuuh-hu..."
"There was also another guy with him, you probably would've found him cute, not my type but you're demandless anyway. But my coworker took him, she's just like you in annoying, but I like her though," and Judy went on and on and on, Quinn already turned her mind off to only hear blah blah blah. How amazing it was that she could live that life without feeling any regret (besides the bad ones), and that she wasn't scared to be known as the whore of the hood. Munching her bread calmly while her face was still locked to her friend's with half absence, Quinn swallowed it and took a gulp of her tea without her eyes ever leaving the babbling girl.
Only to spit it out instantly as she did look away.
"Quinn, what's wrong with you?! Do you need a doctor?! I have one in my bed!"
Quinn coughed with her hand to her chest, her distressed face leaning down. "J-Judy... J-J-Judy..."
"Miss Heady, you're more clumsy than I had expected."
From all seven billion people on the world, the dozens in that city, why the hell did it have to be him? Because Judy already had them all?
Judy turned around, looking over to the topless man that was casually standing behind her with his hands shoved into his denim pockets and then moved her head to her embarrassed friend, rotating between them with big speechless eyes. "No way, this is the guy you puked on?!"
Quinn's face reddened and she grabbed some tissues to clean the mess she had done, her head half sunken, not daring any eye contact. "Y-yeah, the guy I puked on..."
Throwing the tissues into the trashcan nearby, Quinn grabbed her upper arms to hide her braless torso, passing the two quickly only with a blunt "be right back."
Law tilted his body a little after her, watching how the girl disappeared behind the door across the one he had come from. He then looked over to the girl he had bedded and she smiled a little awkward, gesturing him to sit down. Well, he wasn't the type to stay after a night at some stranger's place to have breakfast with them, but for now, it was not quite that much of a stranger's home, right?
Quinn put on her undergarment and a hoodie, eyeing herself in the mirror to face that annoyance of hers. Why the hell now? Why the hell him? Well, now she had seen a little how he looked like under his shirt and what she saw, though it had been just a swift moment before her eyes panicky had looked for another spot to focus, it didn't disappoint her but rather went over her expectations.
He was tattooed, crap he was.
As had mentioned, she was used to the trained look of a male's torso due to her study on a college for sports and athletics (besides the dudes her friend had brought home with the same morning picture), but that guy was a one-off, and she felt the inconvenient longing of seeing it again, just to be sure that she was not taken by her doctor's tattooed physique.
With a big sigh, she was taking steps outside, rolling in all casual with a rather less relaxed face but also not too much in suspense. It was just one of another surprise of Judy; nothing unusual and to get big about but more to amusingly remember for the future. Sitting down back to her place - the guy 'at least' dressed in a shirt now - she smiled. "So. Good morning, doctor."
"Good morning, Miss Heady. I see you're dressed more properly now."
"I see you too, doctor."
"I think I have less need to do, Miss," Law said with a brow rose.
"I wouldn't know why it's not proper to sit in my top without undergarment in my house," she stated and changed to a more sarcastic smile.
"I mean for you being ill."
Another embarrassing moment for her misinterpretation, and she looked away, lightly stammering her words. "W-well, I'm feeling m-much better today, doctor..."
"Good to hear, Miss Heady."
Judy observed the awkward conversation between them, sinking her lids half over her eyeballs. "Oh geez, people! Law, Quinn. Quinn, Law," she said and motioned her hand between the two. "I know you're doctor and patient, formal rules etc. etc., but please only do that in the office." She left the chair with rolling eyes and went to the fridge, not far from them.
"Yes ma'am," Quinn responded and pulled her plate that she had left standing back to her, continuing to act all casual like every day. As she wanted to bite into her half-eaten breakfast, she noticed the stare of the guy in front of her, making her slow down and pause with a blank look. "Toast?"
"I don't like bread."
"That was not my question."
He smirked lightly against his fist as they leaned folded to his mouth. "If you mean your question was requesting my current need, I can tell you that you simply put a question mark behind a single word what made it multiple ways possible to interpret your 'sentence' without a clear context."
Unamused, she put her bread down, sliding her face away. "There it comes the smart ass...," she mumbled, before she exclaimed, "Judy! I'm not hungry anymore, thanks!"
"Mis-, Quinn," he said the corrected address and leaned relaxed back, grabbing his coffee mug. "If you're so meticulous, I just return your demands of verbalization."
Ignoring him, Quinn turned to the side, looking over to her friend at the cooking plate as she was preparing some bacon. "Judy, why didn't you put the drawings in my room?"
"Which drawings?" the brunette asked semi-interested and didn't even look at her, but focused on her sizzling pieces of meat.
"Those of my stuuudents!" she said annoyed as it should be obvious, since they had spoken about those before, not too long ago.
"Don't know what you mean."
"Theeese!" Grabbing the top one, Law watched her holding it displeased for her friend to face it. Those must have been for art class, probably second or third grade from the skills and task level to translate.
Miffed, she turned back around, meeting the blunt glaring of her doctor again. "I don't feel well if you're staring at me like that - not at the hospital."
He chuckled lightly, looking away from her. "I'm sorry, Quinn."
"It's okay, just saying" she responded and continued her breakfast that already had gotten cold. Small-talking with the guys her roommate had brought home was nothing unusual to her, so she tried to treat him just like those.
"But perhaps you shouldn't let your stuff lying around if it bothers you so much how others treat them."
Calmly staring at him while chewing her bread finish, she turned back to minding his sojourn. Without losing focus on him, she casually took her mug and drank her tea, putting it back down then to speak out her thought. "Those are not mine but my students'."
"But as a teacher, you're carrying responsibility for them, hence they are also yours," he stated just as calm as her. Her mouth corners sank as the only mark for her argumentative defeat. Smirking amused to her broken pride, he added, "or do you think it's not my problem if one of my patients suffers from an illness, Quinn?"
"Touché."
"Meticulousness, Quinn."
She rolled her eyes lightly. "I already gave up, what more? And why the hell are you saying my name the whole time, is it a neurosis?"
"A neurosis is a functional disorder in which feelings of anxiety, obsessional thoughts or compulsive acts dominate over the agonized, caused by severe trauma. But if you simply mean if it was a repeating habit to say a person's name, no it's not."
Quinn narrowed her eyes with her mouth corners sank to the ground. "But your smart assing is a neurosis."
"I don't know why it should be one," Law replied, sipping his coffee quietly.
She leaned forward, staring challenging into his eyes, and he had to say, he liked her blue eyes. "Perhaps you were called repeatedly stupid as a child and now you've got the urgent to prove anyone that you're not."
Putting his mug aside, he leaned closer to her as well, keeping his neutral gaze as he told her, "perhaps you shouldn't just throw around with medical terms in front of a doctor when you're not aware yourself what those mean."
Judy put the plate bacon between them, saying annoyed, "and now kiss already."
Watching with her sore mooded face how her brunette friend got back to her chair next to the guy, the young teacher left it responseless and leaned like him back. Judy grabbed a bacon and pulled out her phone to check on some news and gossip for today, treating the morning like any other too, with or without guy.
Looking at the plate and back to the blonde, Law asked quite in mockery, "bacon?"
"She's vegetarian," Judy side commented as she didn't care about their prissy issues in wording at all.
"Pescetarian," Quinn corrected her though.
Law raised a brow in interest. "Why only pescetarian?"
"Otherwise I'm too incompetent to get my proteins."
"She loves Sushi." Another comment of her friend fell in.
Quinn rolled her eyes, telling her in a tone that only had developed by a big repeat of the same information. "It's not because of Sushi, and Sushi is not just fish."
So, proteins. Law hadn't seen much, but what he had seen from her body was that she was definitely a sporty girl, her strong but smooth belly abs showing discreetly through the tight spaghetti straps top he had seen her in two times. She had a small frame but her arms were also gently defined, making her appearing firm and healthy. Of course beside those eye bags and light redding in her face due to her infect. He wondered what kind of sport she did to give her that body, or well the upper part he had seen as he only knew her in her big sweatpants. Swimming? Regular fitness? Gymnast?
"I gonna head back to bed after this," he heard Quinn saying between the whole girl's talk he had chosen to be excluded from. There was no need to feed his mind with such silly and disinteresting information.
"You lucky you, I have to work later." Judy sighed at the end of her sentence as her words fainted, and she stared unhappily against the ceiling.
"Lucky? I'm ill," she told her flatly and got up from her chair to wash her empty dishes. Quinn might not appear like that, but god she was feeling exhausted that moment.
The brunette moved her head over to their guest, smiling at him. "And what about you, Law? Heading back to the hospital today?"
"I've got the day off."
Raising a brow, Judy slowly moved her foot to the guy's leg, stroking it gently. "Oh, so you have some spare time huh?"
He smirked with closed eyes, taking a gulp of his coffee. Between the gap of the porcelain and his lips then, he said, "actually no." His eyes moved over to the girl at the sink. "But if one of my patients needs some emergency treatment, I also do house calls." Not that it was true but just a matter of teasing.
With every muscle in her mouth moving to her words, Judy whispered clear and loudly into his ear as a warning, "she's virgin." Her eyes didn't leave Quinn but only had grown in size.
Hearing that, Quinn stiffened annoyed and looked over to her roommate. "What the hell are you saying again?" she said light in tone.
"Theoretically you are, I don't count that douche."
"Can we please stop talking about my private life?"
The brunette grinned at her mockingly. "What? That's how you make friends, sharing personal facts, building trust and such."
"Oh, then thank you for your help of introducing one another Miss Slut who probably had slept with over 100 men now," Quinn responded with blunt sarcasm.
"I don't count them, do you?"
"Yeah, I even got a chart with name, age and size."
"You serious?!"
"Oh just shut up, Judy."
Enough from their girls talk part number two, Law comfortably got up from his chair and put the empty coffee mug down. "Thanks for the coffee, I'm leaving now."
"What, already?" Judy said, looking after the guy as he walked up to the exit, putting his black shoes on.
"Yeah." He opened the door of the apartment. Law had no reason to stay any longer, though it had started quite entertaining.
Disappointed, Judy hung over the backrest of her chair, waving weakly in his direction. That was it with her spare time to fill, and her voice fainted, "okay, see you."
He walked out with a somewhat dry "goodbye," completely poor in emotions.
"Bye bye doctor!" the blonde playfully shouted with a fake smile as she made a peace sign above her head before the gap between the door and its frame shut.
As he was gone, Judy turned right back to her roommate, whispering loudly through her gritted teeth. "What are you fucking doing?"
"What?" Quinn looked at her confused, sinking her arm half ways.
"Those are one of the guy's I'm potentially gonna sleep again within near future, a long-lasting affair, you're ruining everything!"
With slow raising volume, Quinn asked her quite monotonous, "what the fucking hell?"
"You're flirting with him!"
"I'm not flirting with my doctor."
Judy sighed, leaning her head back with frustration readable through her brows. "Oh geez, how can I be angry of you when you're so childish, you don't even know what flirting is."
Putting down the drying cloth, the girl walked back to the table, resting both hands on it with an irked face. "I did not flirt with that guy. And even if, let me recite you." Coughing lightly with her fist in front of her mouth, she then mimicked Judy's way to talk, "oh Quinn, your taste in men is weird anyway, don't worry, I won't be interested in him," and added a serious, "amen."
"Oh Quinn, stop being good looking without even trying!"
In appall she looked at her, motioning with her stiff hand annoyed between Judy's and her own body. "Uh excuse me, I'm trying really hard when you're blessed with genetics."
Judy sighed out loud one more, crossing her legs with her face in her palm. "I know he's hot, but can you please just promised me not to flirt with him again? Pleaaaase..."
Rolling her eyes, she answered flippantly with her head jiggling by each word from side to side, "yes ma'am, I promise that I will not 'flirt' with my doctor again, even I didn't anyway."