Time Does Not Always Heal
Chapter 3
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She laid naked on the bed, the sheets crumpled provocatively exposing only her beautiful back and the curves of her hips. The crisp white sheets leaving enough covered to arouse any man.
The blond woman did not move as James approached the bed slowly and softly. He was afraid to wake her. Holding his breath as he walked closer to the sleeping b...
"Mr. Smith!" The doctor startled the man typing at the desk. He yelped and quickly closed the laptop hoping the words would not be lost.
"Nurse Hathaway," Smith leaped to his feet and turned to the man standing in the doorway.
"My name is not Nurse Hathaway," Doctor Erik Wills corrected his John Doe patient named Smith. "I am Dr. Wills, Mr. Smith."
The thin blonde man fumed. He held his head down and slowly inhaled. His jaw tightened and slowly Smith moved toward the doctor.
"My name is not Smith," Smith spoke softly at first then raised his head standing to his full height of 6' 3". He towered over the short doctor.
"I am Stan King, a famous writer," He growled. "I have written blockbuster movies, award winning shows and bestselling novels. You interrupted my concentration..." Smith continued to rant as Dr. Wills signaled for assistance.
Two large orderlies quickly arrived. Both were familiar with this un-named patient. A nurse also arrived, ready to use the filled syringe, she too was painfully familiar with this tall man.
The raving man continued to lecture everyone of his accomplishments. He paced the office waving his arms glaring at the growing crowd. Holding a pencil in his hand, he continued to pace the office. Pausing and tapping the pencil onto his teeth, thinking.
"Mr. Smith, you need to calm down. We are here to help you," Dr. Wills talked soothingly to the deranged man. "Please sit down and we can talk." Erik Wills slowly approached Smith easing every so gently upon the man hoping not to upset him more.
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