"Are you all set for now, Christina?" Colleen asked.
Christina was propped up in her bed at GH, looking like a small child
pouting. Chris and Frank had made the trip back with her, but were heading
back to Aurora as soon as she was settled.
"Yeah, whatever," Christina replied sullenly. "Colleen, when is the doctor going to be in?" Frank asked. Colleen checked her wristwatch, and clucked.
"He should be here any minute now," she said. As if on cue, the door swung open. A handsome young blonde man with blue eyes clad in a doctor's coat with a stethoscope draped around his neck and Christina's file in his hand entered, and flashed a gorgeous, toothy grin.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Dr. Brandon Spencer. You must be Christina?" he asked, gesturing to her with the pen in his hand. Christina, awestruck, nodded.
Frank and Chris exchanged concerned glances. Oh great. How good could this kid be? He looked the same age as Christina. He must've noticed this.
"In case you're wondering, yes, I am a real doctor. A first year, but still, a doctor," he said. "How old are you?" Chris asked. "I'm twenty-four." "That's a pretty young doctor," Frank mused.
Dr. Spencer laughed. "Yeah, well, that's how we like to do things in my family. My dad, Lucky, was nineteen when I was born." "You're Lucky Spencer's boy? Gosh, I should've known, you're the spitting image!" Chris said. "Are you sure you're okay with this, Christina?" Frank asked. Christina didn't take her eyes off Brandon.
"I'm fine. Go." Chris and Frank looked at each other again, not knowing whether to worry or laugh. "All right then. We'll call you soon," Chris said, heading towards the door. "'Kay."
"Bye," Frank said, halfway out the door. "Uh-huh," Christina replied. She was smitten.
*
Caleb had had enough of this little stare-down. He had to strike again. Slayerette talked a big game, but she was making this way too easy. It was almost disappointing. Oh well, another notch in the belt is another notch in the belt, Caleb reminded himself, and stepped forward.
He slid his hand along Raven's jaw line, and unlike last time, she didn't falter. Interesting, Caleb thought. "Remember when you said we could do this the easy way or the hard way?" he asked seductively, placing his other hand on the her other cheek. Suddenly, Raven reached up and backhanded Caleb's hands away from her in one quick maneuver. He laughed, and grabbed her wrists, holding them tightly. Raven shifted uncomfortably, whimpering.
"I asked you a question," Caleb said, twisting her arm. "Yes.." Raven squeaked. Caleb released her wrists, and pulled her against him.
"Well, guess what. We're gonna do it my way," he said menacingly. He put his hands back on her neck, and her eyes glazed over. He had done it again.
"Yeah, whatever," Christina replied sullenly. "Colleen, when is the doctor going to be in?" Frank asked. Colleen checked her wristwatch, and clucked.
"He should be here any minute now," she said. As if on cue, the door swung open. A handsome young blonde man with blue eyes clad in a doctor's coat with a stethoscope draped around his neck and Christina's file in his hand entered, and flashed a gorgeous, toothy grin.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Dr. Brandon Spencer. You must be Christina?" he asked, gesturing to her with the pen in his hand. Christina, awestruck, nodded.
Frank and Chris exchanged concerned glances. Oh great. How good could this kid be? He looked the same age as Christina. He must've noticed this.
"In case you're wondering, yes, I am a real doctor. A first year, but still, a doctor," he said. "How old are you?" Chris asked. "I'm twenty-four." "That's a pretty young doctor," Frank mused.
Dr. Spencer laughed. "Yeah, well, that's how we like to do things in my family. My dad, Lucky, was nineteen when I was born." "You're Lucky Spencer's boy? Gosh, I should've known, you're the spitting image!" Chris said. "Are you sure you're okay with this, Christina?" Frank asked. Christina didn't take her eyes off Brandon.
"I'm fine. Go." Chris and Frank looked at each other again, not knowing whether to worry or laugh. "All right then. We'll call you soon," Chris said, heading towards the door. "'Kay."
"Bye," Frank said, halfway out the door. "Uh-huh," Christina replied. She was smitten.
*
Caleb had had enough of this little stare-down. He had to strike again. Slayerette talked a big game, but she was making this way too easy. It was almost disappointing. Oh well, another notch in the belt is another notch in the belt, Caleb reminded himself, and stepped forward.
He slid his hand along Raven's jaw line, and unlike last time, she didn't falter. Interesting, Caleb thought. "Remember when you said we could do this the easy way or the hard way?" he asked seductively, placing his other hand on the her other cheek. Suddenly, Raven reached up and backhanded Caleb's hands away from her in one quick maneuver. He laughed, and grabbed her wrists, holding them tightly. Raven shifted uncomfortably, whimpering.
"I asked you a question," Caleb said, twisting her arm. "Yes.." Raven squeaked. Caleb released her wrists, and pulled her against him.
"Well, guess what. We're gonna do it my way," he said menacingly. He put his hands back on her neck, and her eyes glazed over. He had done it again.