3. This Man is Unbelievable
"Good morning, Doctor." Nurse Marie Gellar greets you the following day.
"Good morning." You reply with a smile, as you swiftly make your way to the board room. You open the door to the board room fully ready to take on anything that is ready to come your way.
"Doctor Tribianni! There you are!" Dr. Greene exclaims with a bright smile on his elderly face.
"Morning to you all." You greet systematically with a plastered smile on your face as you take your seat.
"Well, doctors, we shall begin then." Dr. Greene begins. "We all have a new patient here, as you are well aware. He was found late last night trying to commit suicide, so he will be residing here for quite some time now. Now, Dr. Tribianni, I was thinking of giving this patient to you, since Dr. Janis will be on vacation this upcoming week, and Dr. Buffay really has his hands full right now. Would that be alright for you?"
"Yes, doctor. That would be fine." You reply with a nonchalant smile, as you sit back in your chair and take down some notes.
"Especially since you were on call last night and have already met this patient." Dr. Greene adds.
You stop your writing, almost forgetting about last night. You smile and nod to Dr. Greene's comment, remembering the handsome, but unfortunate man you must now help in his suicide attempt.
"I'd like you to get him on meds as soon as possible, Doctor Tribianni." Dr. Greene finishes up.
"I'll see what I have with him." You reply with a nod and smile.
The board meeting ended in about 20 minutes after you were assigned Don Juan as your patient and you leave the room feeling good about this, except the fact that you had told him you were a 'señorita Angela Tribianni'. Not a good idea if you need help him realize that he's not Don Juan.
You walk down the hall and Dr. Greene catches up to you as you enter your office.
"Excited about your new patient, Doctor?" He asks you with a broad smiling face.
"Oh yes, most definitely. Except, there is one thing, Doctor..." You say, nervously clearing your throat as you shut the door.
"What is it?" Dr. Greene asks seriously, sensing your anxiety.
"Well, last night when I was getting...uh...Don Juan down from the building, the only way...uh...I kind of told him that—"
"Señorita Angela!" Johnny exclaims as one of the nurses lets him into the office. You turn abruptly to see Don Juan's smiling Spanish face. You force a smile back.
"Hola?" You reply, raising an eyebrow and glance back to your boss.
Dr. Greene motions for you to come outside the office for a brief moment. You heart sinks, knowing that he's going to take away your promotion—oh man...or even fire you!
"Doctor Greene, I'm terribly sorry! It was truly the only way I could get him down...if you could just—"
"Oh I understand...but you broke it...now you have to fix it. Meds. Soon." He says as he strictly hands you a clip board and walks off. You breathe a sigh of relief and head back into the office.
"Sorry about that, nurse. All is well now." You say and nod for her to leave, but she is extremely involved in listening to Don Juan as he holds her hand and speaks to her. You just stare at her, expecting her to leave and finally she looks back to you and unwantingly snatches her hand back from Johnny.
"Terribly sorry, doctor. But you know, I pass by your office at this time every single day, so I can take mister...Don Juan here...it's really no trouble at all." The nurse explains to you girlishly as you walk her to the hall.
"Yes, I understand that, that's completely fine with me." You say quickly and shut the door with her still talking. You turn around and face the gorgeous patient standing before you.
"So—"
"Señorita Angela! What are you doing here? Why do they keep saying you are this Doctor Tribianni?" He asks, taking off his cape.
"Well, I um...am a doctor as well." You say plainly. "Now...Mister Don...Juan...Don Juan, take a seat." You say as you move over to your desk and take a seat in front of him.
"Very well then." He says with a charm. He looks around and observes your office: The graduation certificates, shelves of books, some plants and some photos on your desk.
"Now, Don Juan, we have about an hour together here to talk. Tell me a little about yourself." You say, taking out a pen getting ready to take notes.
"Well, I am Don Juan DeMarco...the world's greatest lover." He says and pauses.
"DeMarco, eh? Sounds awfully Italian to me...and you're from Latino decent?" You ask, jesting at him.
"Ah, very well then," He replies after a long pause after your first remark. "DeMarco is my father's name...he is Tony DeMarco and he is Italian and from Brooklyn, New York."
"I see. And your mother?"
"Ah yes, my mother—she's a very beautiful woman. My father met my mother when he was down visiting Mexico and they fell instantly in love with each other. They soon married, and 9 months later, I was born."
"Oh, that's lovely." You reply, writing some things down.
"What about you?" He asks suddenly interested in the young woman sitting across from him.
"Oh, me? This session is about you! You don't want to hear about me." You reply, turning the table back to him.
"Very well then...but I will hear about you some time." He says with a smile.
"Well, let's see then, I was born and at a very early age it seems, I developed a sense of attraction to women."
"I see. And that's why you are the world's greatest lover?" You ask, suddenly realizing that you are no longer taking notes, but rather just sitting, fully interested in his story.
"There's more. As I grew older, I would be with the other boys in the village, and it seemed that I was always the one who was able to get along with the girls as well."
"Okay."
"And then, one night, group of the other boys and myself were outside doña Ana's house, and she was changing into her night clothes for the evening. The boys were spying on her, but I sat back, and waited for them to disperse. She eventually realized they were there and shooed them away, but I remained. As doña Ana stood there in the window, I remember her gazing at the sky and how the silk just floated over her skin, barely touching her body. Each curve was accentuated and I knew right then and there how A woman needed to be touched."
"Oh God." You reply softly, your eyes wide, fully engaged in his words. This man was like no other. He was a man and claimed he knew how a woman needed to be touched!
"I knew that I had to give each woman exactly what they needed, señorita Angela." He says softly and then looks at the clock. "Our time is up for today, señorita Angela." He says sweetly.
You are still caught in your trance, but suddenly realize what he said.
"Oh, of course." You say, snapping back to reality and putting your notes away. You stand up and lead him to the door way.
"It was a pleasure to spend time with you, señorita Angela." He says, looking deeply into your eyes as he takes you hand and kisses it. You melt in his touch, but force yourself to smile in a business-like fashion.
"It's great talking with you, Don Juan." You reply.
"Until next time." He tips his hat to you and opens the door and leaves.
You go back to your desk and prepare yourself for your next patient, but you can't stop thinking about the things he told you. This man is unbelievable!