A/N – I do not own Eric, Sookie or any of the other characters in the SVM books. They belong to the most talented writer, Charlaine Harris. All the other characters are my creation.

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Hope you all enjoy chapter 5! We are still with Sookie.

DREAM DOCTOR

V

SPOV

White. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the color white. A white ceiling. Then I realized I was laying down on a bed. A hospital bed. I tried to sit up but a sharp pain in my left arm made me stop. As my eyes looked in the direction of my throbbing arm I saw that part of it was enveloped in a white plaster cast. Oh, great! My arm was broken.

Again, I tried to sit up. Not only did my arm hurt, but my head did too. I lifted my right hand and touched the back of my head. Bandage. That was what my fingers touched. No wonder I blacked out. But what happened, and how did I get here? Who brought me?

As I was trying to come up with some answers, the door opened and Pam walked into the room. Oh, no, no, NO! I not only broke my arm, but was hit so hard in the head that I went cuckoo. I was a mental case now and I won Pam as my doctor. Great, just fucking G-R-E-A-T!

The shock or the panic must have been pretty evident in my eyes, because soon she was saying:

"Relax, Sookie! I am not your Psychiatric... yet! I am here as a friend. How are you feeling?"

"My arm and head hurt. And I'm a little confused. Somehow, I can't think straight. How did I get here, Pam? What happened, and who brought me to this Hospital?" I anxiously asked her.

"So, you can't remember anything that happened last night? Nothing at all?" She inquired of me, and I took a deep breath while I closed my eyes and tried to remember my last conscious moments before I woke up in the Hospital.

Club. Amelia and I went out to a club. Alcide's club. I danced with him. Then, I went to hide in the bathroom, because he was wanting more than what I was willing to give. Escape. I came up with the perfect excuse to give him and so I could escape the club without hurting his feelings. Lightning. As I was on my way to him and while I passed by the men's rooms I was struck down by the God of lightning.

Huh? Zeus, Jupiter or Thor? No, none of them. Eric.

Oh, my Lord! Did I really do what I think I did? Did I attack him with my lips and my hands, as soon as those sparkling blue orbs of his ignited my dormant libido while I fell on top of his muscled, magnetically divine body?

I did, I did, I DID! And, I would have kept devouring him until I got to have all of him. Deeply fused, in the most sublime way, into my body, my mind and my soul.

Good thing something knocked me out cold and stopped my raving mad, bestial, impulsive actions. I mean, I wanted him. Badly. But I didn't want him to think ill of me. God, I made a spectacle out of myself attacking him like that. How on Earth was I ever going to face him again? I was never going to be able to look him in the eyes ever again. Ever Again!

As I was mentally repeating these words, the door opened and Eric entered the room. Well, I could forget about the 'Ever Again'. Like deeply attracted magnets, our eyes sought and locked into each other, the second he stepped into the room. Even my mortification was overridden.

Momentarily. Soon, I felt the heat spreading into my face. I must have turned at least 3 shades of red before I broke our eye contact by lowering my head and looking into my broken arm. Heat. My face was not the only place it spread to. It spread into my whole body in a feverishly burning, hot stream of lava that gathered into a fiery pool at the center of my core.

Luckily, Pam broke the silence and started to talk with him and so I got the chance to get my emotions under control. One thing for sure I knew to be wrong. Very Wrong. The sum: Him + I = Control.

At least on my part, there was none. The man was so damn irresistible that all I had was wild impulses and no control, whatsoever. I let those impulses manifest freely whenever I was with him in my dreams, but this was no dream. Last night, in the club, was no dream either. It was real. As real as I was. As real as he was.

Pam started to ask me questions again and I somehow managed to reply to all of them without getting into elaborate details. I told her I remembered being at the club, going to the bathroom, walking back to meet my friends until someone bumped into me. I added that the next thing I felt was pain and then nothing more. Yes, I did omit a couple of things here and there. She definitely didn't need to know what else happened before the 'nothing more'.

Eric was mute. I still hadn't heard his voice once. Pam kept doing all the talk and he just nodded as if he wasn't listening to a single word she was saying. After she asked me some more questions, Pam said she had to go check on her patients at the hospital. Then, after promising me she would return later, she left. However, before she closed the door she said:

"I hope you recover soon enough, Sookie. You got a lot of people worrying about your health. And one in particular. So much, that I was beginning to think I was going to have to use sedatives on that person. We surely don't want anyone else to join you as a room companion, do we? I mean, at least not here in the hospital, of course. Anyway, it's a pity really, I would have loved to have the opportunity to sedate, and remove the irritability, and all the stress out of someone. But, I am sure you will be able to do that after you get 100 percent functional." And with these words, she winked at me and closed the door.

Huh? Pam and her never ending speeches full of hidden information that, for the life of me, I would never comprehend.

As soon as the door closed, Eric looked at me and I held his gaze, once more. He looked tired, as if he hadn't had any sleep. On a second look, he didn't look only fatigued but also very worried about something. How could I tell? I knew him. I knew practically all of his expressions. In my dreams, I got to see practically all of them. Yes, he was extremely worried and exhausted. Why? What was the cause to such worry?

Suddenly, I felt the impulse to soothe him, cradle him, caress him, kiss him and hold him tightly in my arms.... STOP! If I kept this train of thought going I would soon be getting myself into trouble again. Even with a broken arm and a hurting head, I would most definitely jump his bones.

Talk about impulse control issues! I couldn't help but have them whenever he was near me, both in my dreams and in real life. And I loved to have them. I wanted to have them, so I could have him. I longed to have him and for him to have me. Have, have, HAVE! Shit! I needed to have my brain checked, that's what I had to do. Need Pam? No, thank you!

I unlocked my eyes from his and took a good long look at him. Up, and down, and then back up. My eyes did an exhaustive and thorough inspection of his whole body. He looked beautiful in his stunning gray suit and black shirt. But his hair and his clothes were looking disheveled. His short hair seemed to have been finger combed one too many times and, even so, was not tamed. His black shirt was almost in shreds in the front and all of the buttons seemed to be gone. It looked as if a wild animal had almost ripped it off of him. The damaged fabric left his perfectly toned abs exposed. Yum!

God damn! He should be forbidden to walk around like that! Any women (and some men) who would get to see all that walking, glorious, sculpted provocation should not be punished for their sudden ensuing rapist actions.

Damn him! Why did he have to be such a delicious, irresistible temptation?!

When my eyes reached his again, I could perceive a mix of emotions in his breathtaking baby blues. He took a quick step forward, but didn't take another one. It was as if something strong was stopping him from getting any closer to my bed. He stopped, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and after threading his fingers through his hair, he opened his eyes again and spoke in a soothing voice:

"Miss Stackhouse... I am glad to see you are awake. How are you feeling? Are you in a lot of pain? Are you hungry? Can I have the nurse to bring you something? Please, tell me if there is anything you need. I will make sure you get it! Sookie... what do you need?"

Oh, Jesus Christ, shepherd of Judea, he did not just say those words to me! He was sincerely preoccupied about my well being. And he was offering me anything I needed. And I needed, I needed... there was only one thing I needed... HIM!

I was in pain, hungry and looking awful in a hospital gown, but that did not matter one bit! I wanted him, and just him. Nothing else! So, my bright brain ordered my clever mouth to utter one single wise word. The order given was loud, strong and clear. But somehow when I spoke it, it came out as a whisper, weak and barely intelligible:

"YOU!"

I wanted to repeat it at least 3 more times. Or until I was able to pronounce it as audible as it was inside my head. But there was no time to do it. The door to my room opened a 3rd time and a flustered Amelia came running into the room, and practically jumped on top of the bed, crushing me in a tight hug.

I was looking into his eyes the whole time. And I almost got the impression they darkened and doubled in size after he acknowledged my murmured answer. But he didn't move. Or, he didn't have time to move, because Amelia entered the room and flung herself at me. I must have winced while a moan escaped my lips. And that sound seemed to effectively make him move closer to the bed. It also made Amelia break her iron-like hug and start apologizing, while she started crying and laughing, both at the same time.

Eric came closer and placed his hands on her shoulders and, in a calming voice, told her that I was going to be alright. At his words, she started to cry harder and he comforted her by enveloping her in his arms.

I loved my friend. But wasn't I the one needing that kind of comfort? Yes, shame on me! My friend must have been awake all night worrying about me and here I was wanting to rob her of a much deserved comfort hug. Bad, bad, jealous Sookie!

Huh? Jealous?! Yes, I was. And I was a bad, bad, BAD girl, indeed!

"Amelia, please stop crying. I am alright, girl! Soon, I will be able to join you in a hopefully more fun night out." I told her while I plastered a smile on my face.

"Sookie, please don't ever scare me like this ever again. When I saw you, lifeless, in Eric's arms at the club I almost fainted right there and then. Good thing he was there and brought you here as fast as the ambulance got there. Your arm was all bloody and you also were bleeding from the small cut you had at the back of your head. God! You should have seen the look on Alcide's face. I think he almost fainted himself when he saw you like that. What the hell happened to you, Sookie? How come you end up hurting yourself like this?" Amelia demanded of me, but before I could say a word Eric answered for me:

"I believe it is entirely my fault, Amelia. I am the responsible one for Sookie's injuries. I was the one who collided with her and caused the fall of both of us. I tried to steady us, but the door where we were pressed into opened, unexpectedly, at the weight of our bodies and we fell into the storage room. I was able to turn us around quickly and prevented Sookie from falling on her back. But now I think I should have let her hit the floor. At least now she wouldn't be here. The metal rack wouldn't have dropped on her and would never have hurt her. I was able to hold most of its weight with my arm, but part of it fell into pieces and got into Sookie's arm, breaking it, before I shoved it to the side. Also, to my dismay, it managed to do a small cut at the back of her head. And then Sookie fainted, and I got us out of there in no time. I never meant to cause you any harm, Sookie. Please believe me."

"It's okay, Er... Dr. Eric! I know it wasn't your fault. I do remember what happened. All of it! And, I do believe you. Thank you for all your help. I am sure I will be fine in a couple of days. I'm a fast healer and maybe I'll even be able to make it to our 2nd appointment." I told him as a means of cheering him up. God! He looked so distressed and concerned that all I wanted was to make him feel better. I wanted to see his radiant smile and hear his contagious laugh, like I did in my dreams. I wanted him to be happy. Never ever sad.

"Sookie, please call me Eric. And, I am the one who should be saying thank you for your kind words. And I do hope you go to our 2nd appointment. In fact, I am looking forward to it. We have a lot to talk about. But now I'll go and leave you two alone. I will tell the nurse to bring you something to eat, and if you want you can ask her for some pain killers. You will be staying here for another night, but I am sure tomorrow you will be released to go home. The cut in your head will heal fast. It is only a superficial one, and the exams showed no internal bleeding. Unfortunately, your arm will take a longer time to heal. If you need anything, anything at all, just call me. Promise?" He said while he took a little white card from his wallet. He asked Amelia if she had a pen, and when she gave him one he wrote something on the little white card, and handed it to me.

It was a card with his contacts. All of them. Clinic. Hospital. Home phone and Cellular. Home address?! No, none. Greedy, much?! Huh-huh.

Then, he took my right hand in both of his and, never breaking eye contact, placed a warm, electrifying kiss on my hand. I felt it all the way to my toes. But on the way there, it released the gates to my dam. Shit! If I had any panties on they would be soaking wet in seconds. However, I had none. Note to self: Ask the nurse for another gown so you can shower and ask her for clean sheets.

He ended the kiss with an angelic smile. I was speechless and just stared at his mouth, his perfect white teeth, his luscious lips, his tongue....

Fuck! He did not just lick his lips with a slow circular movement of his tongue, leaving them all wet and alluring! What was he doing? Did he want me to grab him and do him right there? Right, I was not injured, in a hospital bed and Amelia was not sitting, behind his back, on the bed watching us. Oh, he was evil! He was a very bad, bad, BAD boy!

'Question: What do you do when you are bedeviled like this?'

'Answer: Simple... You reciprocate!'

Making sure Amelia was hidden behind him, I moved my eyes up until they met his. Then, after I squeezed his big fingers that were still holding my hand, I closed my eyes and parting my lips I let my tongue do the same circular movement he did. Only I made sure to do it as if I was slowly removing my favorite ice cream from them.

When I opened my eyes, he was not looking like an Angel at all this time. He was staring into my mouth as if it was oxygen. Yes, oxygen! If you couldn't have it, you'd die!

A knock on the door startled the both of us, and we ended our little competition. He released my hand and, as Amelia got up to go see who was knocking, we both broke our eye contact to look at the door.

Flowers and Alcide. As soon as Eric saw him I noticed that his body stiffen and he started to walk until he was face to face with the other man.

Uh-oh. Cock fight?

TBC

A/N – *runs and hides under the doctor's desk*

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