Chapter 9
Dr. Wills sat at his broken desk scribbling out an incident report. He looked around his office, broken furniture, book case now resemble kindling, books littered the room and papers torn to confetti. The desk top computer scattered across the office and the monitor screen cracked. The laptop missing.
When Dr. Wills approached Mr. Smith to take the laptop away, Smith's somewhat calm demeanor changed instantly. One second he was talking about his life's accomplishments the next he was a wild out of control animal. Throwing anything he could get his hands on. Breaking whatever the could. Biting, scratching and swinging his fists around like a pro boxer.
Two people were sent to the hospital with various cuts, bruises, a broken arm, concussion and who knows what else. An orderly ended his shift with a broken arm. Another orderly's shift ended early when he was knocked unconscious by a flying book.
"If nothing else Mr. Smith has a good right hook and excellent pitching arm" Dr. Wills thought out loud to himself. "I wonder if he is a boxer or maybe a cricket pitcher?
"From the looks of your office I say Mr. Smith is a demolition expert," Dr. Rebecca Myers startled Dr. Erik Wills causing him to jump out of his deep concentration. She surveyed the wreckage of his office. "What a mess! Looks like my four nephews visited." She joked
"Ouch! You look as bad as your office. What happened?" She negotiated her way through the broken office furniture, shattered glass and scattered papers to Dr. Wills. "I leave you alone for a week and you get into a fight. How does the other guy look?" She teased.
Dr. Myers palpitated Dr. Wills' swollen face with her small soft hands. "I don't feel anything broken," she continued to check his wounds. Her long dark brown hair fell over her shoulder swinging toward his face as she leaned closer to him. He could smell the lavender on her soft hair. He moved his lips up to meet hers.
"What do you know about humans, Dr. Myers, you're a veterinarian," he soothed as their lips met. She leaned more into the kiss, but their lips did not linger because the chair underneath Dr. Wills gave away and the doctors fell onto the floor. The scattered papers and books did nothing to soften their landing.
The interruption of their passion did not last, Erik stretched his arm to encircle his lover. He captured her lips with his, deepening their kiss. His left hand moved to her hip slipping up under her black skirt. Caressing her thigh.
"Excuse me doctors," Nurse Sarah Swan knocked on the open office door interrupting the lustful couple. "Sorry to interrupt, however, I need to know if you want to make a police report of the incident with Mysterious Smith?"
"Mysterious Smith?" wondered Rebecca.
"Yeah, he's my new patient," he told Rebecca as he nibbled on her earlobe. "No. Not right now, Sarah, I want to gain his confidence. Police will only cause him to crawl farther into his shell."
"Well then, carry on," Nurse Swan thoughtfully turned the office lights off and closed the door. "Ah to be young again."
"So, is this Smith the man who did this?" Rebecca cooed as she resumed her kisses on Dr. Wills bruises. "Do you know who he is?"
"Enough talk," was all he said as his mouth cover hers.
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