"The Obsession Begins"
Kinomoto Sakura.
That name nearly drove Syaoran insane the more it appeared in his brain.
He was not trying to think of her, but her name kept invading all the cells in his brain. There were billions of cells in the human brain, so her name truly was driving the man mad.
Eriol had given him that laminated piece of shit on purpose, he thought to himself. It was for this exact reason—to drive him insane. The mischievous man was finally getting what he so desperately desired.
He shook his head from the outrageous thoughts before he continued with the surgery. He did not need any causes of distractions with his thinking right now.
"Scalpel." He held his left hand out towards the intern and she gladly handed it to him.
He made the initial incision into the patient and continued with the detailed procedure smoothly.
Syaoran was always smooth with his performances, precise and fast even. He rarely ever made any mistakes. In fact, he was the best doctor around.
His mind had been too occupied with that psychologist, which caused him to slack on the job today. He needed to get laid soon. Maybe that would get his mind off her because that was what always cleared his mind.
Sex always did the job for him, no matter what the situation and that was another one of the reasons that he loved it. It was what he always turned to when things were not going so great for him. Sex was his medicine, not the medicine that the doctors prescribed for the patients on a regular basis.
Sex was the last thing he needed to be thinking about, though, so he cleared his mind from everything during the rest of the procedure.
Afterwards, he changed and headed to his office, but not before bringing one of his employees with him.
He never took long finishing off with the women at the hospital because everything was always quick and brief, considering their busy schedules. So, it was not a surprise that they were pulling their clothes back up 10 minutes later.
He kissed her forehead gently after they had dressed. "Thank you, Akari."
She smiled at him sadly and pulled away. "No, thank you, Dr. Li. I needed that more than you'll ever know."
Syaoran nodded at her, giving her permission to leave before she slipped out of the room.
Akari was a nurse who had just lost her husband a few months back, so he often took advantage of her broken heart by offering her intimacy for his own benefit. Before they had started their encounters together, Syaoran had convinced her that sleeping together would help her cope with her own feelings.
He did not necessarily have any malicious meanings behind his actions or those words because he meant them, but his actions always turned out to be that way. It seemed like he was born to manipulate the innocent girls.
He almost cringed, thinking of himself as a person like that. He did not believe that he was that type of person, simply because he was a doctor who saved a life every day. In his eyes, a doctor could not be selfish because they were the ones who put others needs before their own every day.
He sighed and sat down in the chair behind the desk, picking up some papers he needed to go over.
The moment his eyes began examining them, his pager started beeping.
He groaned, feeling annoyed with the object.
He had just finished doing a surgery less than twenty minutes ago and he was already being paged. He bet it was one of those doctors doing it to harass him.
Sighing, he stood from the desk and went to the floor that he was all too familiar with.
He looked around and spotted Dr. Hanaka, a middle-aged man pointing to a girl who was sitting on one of the beds in the room, behind the curtains.
"Dr. Li, you take this one here. She sprained her ankle tripping over her own feet."
He was trying to compose his laughter as he mentioned how she had sprained her ankle.
It was normal for everyone to throw the minor problems on him because they wanted in on the big surgeries. It was like they lived to see people in pain so they could get a high out of doing surgery on them.
Syaoran was close to all the workers in the hospital, so he would not dare make them feel lesser than him, even if they were. He did have the authority over everyone in the hospital, but it was seldom that anyone made him show that side to them.
"Did you seriously just page me to tend to a girl with a sprained ankle? What the hell is your problem?"
Dr. Hanaka chuckled at that question while shrugging his shoulders. "What can I say? There are better things to tend to here. I heard there's a man here who's pregnant!"
Syaoran's ear perked at that piece of information before he slapped the back of Dr. Hanaka's head, not wanting to get sucked into the weird games that all the workers there played.
This was the stuff that interns were supposed to be intrigued by. Not the doctors who were in this occupation for years. They were the best doctors, but they all acted like lunatics when it came to unusual problems.
"Ouch! I'm sorry, but you know how exciting that sounds!?"
Syaoran shook his head before approaching the girl sitting on the bed, behind the curtains. The only thing that could be seen was her legs that looked too smooth to be real.
His breath caught in his throat the moment he pulled the curtains open so he could face her sitting on the bed. She was probably one of the most beautiful women that he had ever crossed paths with. He had seen different women every day, but none that looked like this woman.
She had auburn hair that barely reached her shoulders with bangs that hung loosely over her beautiful, emerald eyes. Her skin appeared very delicate and porcelain, like a doll. It was hard to tell if she had make-up on or not, but the beauty that radiated off her made him not care, whether she did or not.
Subconsciously, his eyes traveled down to her lips and he instantly tightened in his scrubs, seeing how plump and luscious they looked with that pout on them. After seeing her lips, he could not resist the urge to let his eyes wander down to her body.
To his perturbation, it was hard to tell how her body looked because of the loose, sheer tank that she had on, but the top of it revealed more than enough for him to see that she was quite full in her chest area. His eyes traveled down to her bare legs and he hardened even more in his scrubs. He needed to look away.
He looked back up her body until they locked gazes. "I heard you tripped over your own feet while walking." He smirked at her blushing face.
"Mou...why are all the doctors here so mean?" she whined.
He tightened in his scrubs, if that were even possible. The white lab coat was a life-saver for once in his life.
He shook his head, chuckling before he stooped down on the floor to her ankle, examining it while trying not to glance under that annoying pencil skirt that she had on.
"Yup, it's just a sprain. Since one of the doctors tended to the swelling, I'm just going to wrap it for you," he said looking up at her, giving her one of his charming smiles.
Her face flushed and she nodded her head mutely.
He leaned over to the cabinet and snatched out a wrap for her ankle.
"Are you sure that it's just a sprain? It hurts so badly..." she almost whined again and he twitched a bit at her voice.
He smiled and gently ran his hand across her ankle and she winked at the pain slightly.
"I'm positive that it's just a minor sprain. They ran an X-ray on it, so there is no reason to doubt me."
She let out a relieved sigh and his eyes stayed glued to her pink lips, imagining them being of use for something else.
"That's good then. I thought that I would have to postpone my meetings with my patients today and the rest of the week for that matter."
"No, no, and no. That won't be necessary. Less stress on it will do the trick to heal it quicker, though." He started to wrap her foot slowly, wanting to keep her there as long as possible.
"Good," she let out with a short laugh.
The silence that followed that statement made Syaoran want to break it immediately to hear that melodious voice of hers again.
"So, what exactly happened to cause damage to this ankle of yours? I'm sure that you didn't actually trip over your own feet."
Her cheeks turned a darker shade of red. "W-well...I didn't really trip over my own feet. I was in a rush to get to my office and so happened to trip over a bag that was lying on my floor. I don't normally run straight to the hospital for something this minor though, but I figured it was something serious because it hurt so badly this time," she explained with that beautiful blush staining her porcelain face still.
He chuckled and shook his head. "A pretty girl shouldn't be so careless, you know."
He was trying a little bit harder than usual, but he could not woo her in slowly because she would be leaving as soon as he finished wrapping her ankle.
She let out an awkward cough and her eyes strayed down to the name tag on his coat.
"Thank you, Dr. Li. My brother often teases me about being such a klutz sometimes. I have so many scars from my childhood and all he does is pick on me. He even told me that I needed to be wrapped in bubble wrappers to prevent myself from getting hurt one time." Her fists clenched as if she were thinking about it.
He chuckled at that and rested a comforting hand on her bare knee after he finished wrapping her ankle.
He grabbed her hand gently and kissed it. "I can assure you that you're perfectly fine."
She blushed and pulled her hand back shyly. "Thank you, Dr. Li. Are you finished...with the thing?" She pointed to her ankle awkwardly.
"Yes, I am. Just don't put too much stress on it. It should heal on its own in about two weeks or so, as I said earlier. Keep ice on it to get the swelling under control and you can wrap it yourself afterwards, if you would like. Would you like me to write up you a prescription for the pain?"
He grabbed her hands gently and helped her stand from the bed.
"Thank you, Dr. Li, but I don't think that will be necessary since it will heal in about two weeks or so." She smiled at him sweetly.
His cheeks started to warm a little, but he shook the feeling off quickly.
"Yes. If it doesn't start to feel any better within the next 5-7 days, come back here so we can have a look at it. Can I get your name?"
She nodded her head and then smiled at him. "My name is Kinomoto Sakura. I'm pleased to meet you." She held her hand out to shake his.
His body froze at the mention of her name, though.
The card.
The same card that he had thrown away the other night.
He was stuck, shocked in his spot to do anything about the new information.
She pulled her hand back awkwardly after he ignored her kind gesture. "Well...I left all of my insurance information at the front desk, so will it be okay for me to leave?"
He just stood there looking like a damn fool with his mouth opening and closing in front of the woman before she started to walk away from him.
She had to be discharged to leave, so why was he not stopping her?
He did not even try to stop her because his legs were still stuck in that spot by the bed her behind just occupied, due to the repeated name running through every vein in his body.
She was the psychologist that he had grown to hate over the last few days. She was the one who thought that she was smarter than everyone else. Better than everyone else because she went to school to study the human brain, so why did he still crave her to be in his bed? Why was he even still thinking about her? Should he not feel glad that she was gone—or leaving his life forever?
His legs took off after her, without even thinking twice about it.
"Dr. Li? Is everything alright?"
He faintly heard one of the nurses ask, but he ignored him and kept running after the auburn-headed woman.
"Did a Kinomoto Sakura come here?" he asked the lady at the front desk.
"Oh, she already left, honey. Did she forget something?"
His fists slammed on the desktop. "Damn it!" He stormed off from the front.
She was the damn psychologist who thought that she knew everything. She was the one who could get in his head and fuck it up more ways than possible...she was the one who had been haunting him for the last few days.
He suddenly did not care about her occupation anymore, though. She was...
He wanted her—needed her, even. No woman had ever made him have a burning pull this strong from just the sight of her.
He needed a release right now because of the woman. He knew that the urge was not going to go away anytime soon with that woman imprinted in his head.
He looked for one of the nurses who he normally slept with and dragged her to one of the closets.
"Dr. Li, what's—"
He cut her off with his lips and pulled down his scrub bottoms.
"I need a favor..." he said after pulling back from the kiss.
He gently pushed her down on the floor to her knees, facing him.
"Oh...anything for you, Dr. Li," she said seductively and engulfed him in her mouth.
He imagined that it was Sakura's luscious lips wrapped around him instead and almost burst into her mouth instantly.
He was so glad that the day was finally over. It had felt like it was an eternity, all because he needed to get home and find that card with the psychologist information on it.
His body was still aroused, despite having three releases, by three different women today.
The psychologist was already getting in his head fucking it up, forcing him to want her so much when they had just met and that pissed him off.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Dr. Li," one of the doctors said walking out the hospital building with him.
"Goodnight," he nodded towards the doctor before unlocking the door to his blue Toyota Coralla.
He slid inside and drove to his place faster than normal, wanting to get to that card immediately.
When arriving home, he immediately ran straight to the trash can and started digging in it to find that card.
He needed to see her again—fuck her or something to get rid of the feeling that she had made him feel all day. He had never craved a woman so much in his entire life.
The moment he found it, he rushed over to the sink and rinsed the trash off the card after unbending it.
SPECIALIZATION: ADDICTION
His hand tightened around the card tightly, almost breaking it while reading that line. That word triggered something in him that he could never understand. However, if this was the only way for him to see her again, he was willing to do it. She would not want to continue seeing the doctor who wrapped her ankle unless she had a reason to.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm down his racing heart. He looked at the clock to see the time and groaned.
20:30...
Would it be weird to call a psychologist at this time of the night? He wondered.
Of course, it's weird!
She had a business card and it did not specifically say when a person could contact her, though, so he assumed that it would be alright to do it.
He washed his hands and dried them off, along with the card. He walked to the laundry room and stripped from the clothes, sitting them in the laundry basket. He changed into a pair of shorts and a wife-beater before heading back to his room with the card in hand.
Syaoran picked up his cellphone, bringing it to the bed with him; feeling determined that he would do this.
He was really going to do it and that unnerved him to the core because he never thought he was this type of person. He never had to chase after a woman to bed her, so why was he really chasing this one?
He groaned, feeling frustrated with himself for doing something this crazy. He was going to do it, though. He would make her think that he had a problem so he could get close to her and get between those legs and...
His shorts tightened at the lewd thoughts of the woman with her legs opened for him.
He closed his eyes and shook his head. He really needed to get it together if he was going to call her. He would fake the problem, no matter how embarrassing it may sound and get what he wanted and get the hell out of there before she even had the chance to play with his head.
He went over it five times in his head, making sure he would stick to the plan.
He looked at the card one last time and then he started to dial the number slowly in his phone.
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Anxiously, his legs started to bounce, feeling extremely nervous. She was not going to pi—
"Hello?" answered the melodious voice and his shorts tightened again.
His breathing increased as his body became more and more aroused about the fact that she was actually on the phone with him.
"Hello?" she called out again and his hand started to move down to the huge bulge over his shorts, rubbing it slightly.
"H-hello?" he stuttered and his hand came to a halt when he realized what he was trying to do.
He had not masturbated in years. He had always had someone else get him off, so why was he trying to do it right now like some weak teenage guy just hitting puberty?
"Who is this?" she asked softly in the phone and his hand moved back down to the bulge and started rubbing slowly again.
"I—I want to set up an appointment with you. Are you free any day this week?" he asked and began pulling his shorts down slightly. His hand moved back down to grasp himself.
There was some ruffling on the phone and then papers being rummaged through.
"I can have you come in on Wednesday. Is that alright with you?" he heard her melodious voice ask over the phone.
His eyes closed and his hand held onto the phone tightly, while the other hand remained where it was, rubbing slowly.
"Yes, that's perfect. What time can I have you?"
His hand started rubbing faster, thinking about how he could really have her. He held back the moan that almost slipped from his lips.
"Well, you can come in my office bright and early at 8:00am. I'm assuming you have the address to my office?" she asked questioningly and he hardened at the innocence her tone held.
His hand started rubbing faster and he bit on his bottom lip a little hard.
"Yes, that's fine," he almost moaned out.
"Alright. I will see you bright and early on Wednesday morning. Oh—can I get your name, sir?"
His hand came to a halt at that question. Should he tell her his name? What if she thought differently of him because of this? What if she decided that she wanted the whole town to know that he was coming to see her because of his 'problem'?
No, she could not do that. That was confidential information that she could not release to the public. It was his privacy and right, so she could not possibly do that, he concluded.
"It's Xiao Lang," he said after some quick thought into it.
She would be surprised to see him, but he would rather her appear surprised than knowing right away who he was.
He heard her scribbling something down on something, "Well, Xiao Lang, bright and early on Wednesday morning it is then. Have a good night."
Shit.
He should not have done that.
"G-goodnight." He quickly hung the phone up and resumed his stroking.
She made his name sound so sensual, rolling it off her tongue like that, even though he hated that name.
Shit...
His stroking increased in its pace and he began panting, thinking about those emerald eyes rolling to the back of her head while he pounded her into his bed hard.
He kept going until he felt his muscles tighten in his lower abdomen before finishing off.
Out of all the women that he had been in, none of them had ever felt better than his hand this time. It was a first and it was all because of the psychologist who had beauty radiating off her.
Thinking about her caused him to rise again slowly.
He groaned and laid his head back on the pillow. Tonight, was going to be a longer night than he thought it would be.
The week was going slower than Syaoran expected it to be. It was only Monday and the time was not going any faster than he wanted it to be. He had already performed twenty surgeries since he last saw Sakura in the hospital.
The closer Wednesday was getting, the stronger his urges had been getting. He had been using random women on the streets and paying them to get him off because of her, and he had not done that in ages.
Syaoran just could not understand what the woman was doing to him because he had only seen her one time.
Okay, that was a lie...
He had gone online and searched her name a few times and looked at the pictures for his own pleasure a few times.
He had found out that she was a famous psychologist in town and everyone went to her whenever they were having problems with anything in their life. She was said to be one of the most helpful psychologist in the area. She had done research on many of her patients and found remedies to helping people cope with their own problems in a healthy way.
That was the reason her name had sounded so familiar when he saw it on that card the night Eriol had given it to him, he thought.
It was just the specialization that she mainly focused on that bothered him. Why did it have to be addiction? Yes, she worked with all types of patients, but the fact that the card had addiction on it made him hate her even more than her being a psychologist alone did.
With clenched fists, he hit the table in the hospital room he currently was in out of frustration. It would just remain a one-time thing for him. After he finished sleeping with her one time, he would move on with his life and find better people to fuck, he had concluded.
"Are you alright, Dr. Li?" Koishiro, one of his cancer patients asked when she noticed the scowl on his face after being paged to come to the room.
He smiled at her and nodded his head. "Yes, I'm alright, Koishiro. Don't worry about me, though. You need to be preparing yourself for the kidney transplant that will be performed today."
She held out her hand for him to take, which he did and gave it a light squeeze. "Will it hurt?" she asked worriedly.
He shook his head. "Of course not. I promise you that you won't even feel a thing during the procedure."
She smiled at him sadly and nodded her head. "What if something goes wrong?"
"We are one of the best hospitals, with the best doctors in Japan. This kidney transplant is just a piece of cake for us. Just trust me on this, okay?" He gave her one of his charming smiles.
Her pale cheeks turned a light pink before she nodded her head. "Okay…Dr. Li?" She looked up at him hopefully.
"Yes?"
"Will you be the one to do the procedure?" she asked, holding on to his hand a little tightly.
"If that will make you feel comfortable, of course I will."
"Please…I want you to be the one to."
"I'll be your guy then." He winked at her playfully.
She giggled and the same blush stained her cheeks again, but darker. "Thank you."
He nodded his head and patted her bald head lightly. "You should get some rest before the surgery," he suggested, standing up from the chair by her bed.
She nodded her head and lied back down on the bed and closed her eyes.
He took note to the patient and it made him realize what he needed to be focusing on. He needed to get his mind right and get that woman out of his head. He had a big surgery to perform and all he could think about was bedding that woman. How much more messed up could his head get, he wondered.
He had a 16-year-old, dying patient who needed surgery and all he could think about was fucking some random woman he spoke with for less than ten minutes.
His fists clenched as he stormed out of the room and walked towards the elevator. He pressed a floor and it dinged, signifying that he could step in. Thankfully, no one was there because he did not want anyone spotting his hard on because of the thoughts of the woman.
He would not give in this time, though because it had become ridiculous over the past few days since he last had the encounter with the woman.
He had never masturbated so much to a picture before in his life, until he discovered that she had some online. He had never had to have more than six girls get him off in one day, and he had a busy life. It was just becoming ridiculously out of control now.
Maybe he needed to just call the whole thing off with her now. He could call her back and tell her that he did not want the help anymore for his 'problem.' It was all a lie anyway, because there was no problem. There had never been a problem and there never would be a problem in his eyes. He had control over his actions and he did not need to sleep with a girl. It was optional in his life, is what he liked to believe, but it was not. He loved to think that he did not have to have sex with anyone—he just chose to, so it was not a problem.
He could not keep living his life like this, though—feeling anxious to see a woman that he had only seen one time. That was a real problem there and that needed to be rid of fast before it became dangerous.
She was the mental problem. He would not be able to do anything if she was still on his mind all today and he was beginning to think that he had reached his limits with her.
He reached into his lab coat and grabbed his phone, pulling it out. He was going to end his own misery before it was too late.
He scrolled through his phone's recent calls until he saw the familiar number, pressing it. He held his thumb over the call button, finding it hard to press it. He needed to do this, though or he could mess up during the big surgery for that girl. She was really depending on him to keep her alive. And he would do that too—he just needed to get this hard part out of the way first.
Call the psychologist and cancel the appointment.
She was not going to get a red dime from him anyway, remember?
His conscious was on his job today and it was not slacking one bit when Syaoran needed it to be at a time like this. Why did the conscious have to have a mind of its own? It always kicked in when it was not even needed.
His thumb pressed the call button quickly and he brought the phone up to his ear.
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…
Ring—
Ding!
The elevator doors slid open slowly and he looked up to see who was intruding his ride. His body froze at the sight before him.
There stood the psychologist that invaded every inch and depth of his mind over the last few days, digging in her purse, trying to get the ringing phone out of it.
Fuck. My. Life.
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