In love with my Doctor

by AusllyTraceObsessed98

Ally Dawson has had sore throats since she was a child. Her old doctor moved back to her home state, and her new physician is Dr. Austin Moon, a young but talented and smart physician who has just earned his medical degree. He sure as hell didn't expect to fall in love with one of his patients.

16. Chapter 16

ALLY:

I woke up the next day, in a bed that wasn't my pullout couch. It was fluffy and comfortable (but the bed I slept on, despite being basically a pullout sofa bed, was at least somewhat comfortable. Trish and Jace got the bedroom because they were a couple and needed their intimacy together). I also discovered all my clothes, my bra and underwear on the floor, and I looked around. Sure enough, Austin was next to me, sleeping like a baby. He looked adorable when he slept, his short blonde hair all mussed up.

What the hell just happened here? I thought to myself. I looked under the sheets. He was totally in his birthday suit, just like me. It was attractive. Last I remembered, after getting wine last night, he had brought me back to his apartment and we were drinking a little more, and even mentioned sex, and we were both up for it, but we apparently had had sex a little sooner than we'd planned.

I reached under the blanket to down there to see if I had had a condom. Nope. I gently looked under his blanket to see if he had one. Nope. Oh my god, this was a problem!

What if I could contract an STD? Well, at least this time my sex was consensual. All I would need is to get tested. STD testing was one of the most vital testing for a person. You know, like mammograms, prostate screenings, ultrasounds, cancer screenings, you know the rest.

AUSTIN:

Holy shit. I had had just about the greatest night of my life since the day I graduated from med school and my parents had thrown me a big ass party and invited my whole family. I had gone on a date with my celebrity crush and gotten to know her better. And now we were naked in my bed together. Wait- we were naked in my bed together. I had forgotten that a doctor was NEVER, EVER, EVER supposed to engage in sexual activity with a patient. Technically, this wasn't a relationship because it was a one-night stand.

But I was apeshit in love with this girl. I looked at the clock and I realized it was five-thirty in the morning. Shit- I needed to be at work by seven, so I needed to start getting ready for work. I got up from bed, grabbed a blanket from the end of my bedding, and wrapped it around my groin and my ass. I went to my closet and put on my navy blue bathrobe. As I was tying my robe, Ally sat up, drawing the covers up over her chest, hiding her breasts, and I was getting my clothes, lab coat and all.

"Austin, what's going on?"

"Sorry, Ally, but I gotta get ready for work. I have to be there by seven."

"You have to be at work at seven o'clock in the morning on a sunday?"

I said,

"I work seven days a week, seven AM to four PM. I only get Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's Eve and New Year's Day off, but that's OK with me. I love my job. I'll be out in ten minutes and I'll give us something to eat, OK?"

She said,

"OK."

I got my clothes and got in the shower, and when I got out, she was sitting on the kitchen island, staring at her phone, covered in a cream colored case covered with pink roses.

"Did I mention how sexy you look in a lab coat?"

"Well, thank you, sugar buns."

I booped her nose. Ally was adorable. Her big brown eyes that made her look like a puppy and her baby face. Well, Ally and I had just had a one-night stand, but at least it was consensual.

She said to me,

"After I met you, you made me gain back faith in my love life."

I asked,

"What made you lose faith in it?"

She said,

"I had a boyfriend named Kevin Harvard. For the first eight weeks of our relationship, he was nice to me. But then he tried to get me to either drink, I was nineteen at the time so I couldn't drink, and he also tried to get me to use cocaine and heroin, or he asked me to have sex with him, and I said no."

I told her,

"Well, I'm glad you said no to him. Those are very dangerous drugs."

Damn. I hated it when people used drugs like that. Cocaine caused hypertension, severe depression, destruction of the nasal tissue, permanent damage to the arteries in the heart and brain, severe tooth decay (I was no dentist, but I knew all about the long term effects of being addicted to drugs and alcohol. Much of my teen years were devoted to studying drugs and their effects), respitatory failure and even more. Heroin caused hypothermia, nausea, throwing up, sedation, drowsiness and comas. Just like your brain cells didn't stop maturing until you were twenty-five, which made underage drinking so dangerous.

"That was just the start of what he did. He was a freakin' monster. He called me names that people use towards prostitutes, he told me how to dress and act, he tried to dictate who I could and couldn't see, he cheated on me with a stripper, he constantly punched and hit me and I remember he tried to throw a wine glass at me and even once held me on a brick wall and practically strangled me to death while screaming the P word at me."

"The P word? As in the word used to describe the female groin area?"

"Yup."

"That's terrible! I'm glad you have him out of your life now. By the way, where's your home?"

She told me,

"259 NE 51st street."

I said,

"OK. That's on the way to work!"

Ally asked,

"What about your breakfast?"

I said,

"Oh right. Is there anything in particular you'd like?"

Ally told me,

"I don't want to impose. But I'd just like some toast and a banana."

I said,

"Perfectly healthy."

We ate our breakfast and I dropped her off at her home.

"Thanks, Austin. I had a great time with you last night."

I said,

"I did, too. Enjoy your sunday, and I'll enjoy mine."

I kissed her cheek and she got out of my car. She gave me her beautiful smile and waved and I waved back and drove on my way to the hospital. Six thirty. Thirty minutes to spare. Ally was technically my girlfriend, but I remembered it was against the rules to date a patient.

Oh well. My boss didn't have to know. As I parked my car in the parking lot, I got out and locked it.

"Austin Moon,"

said a slightly manic female voice.

I saw Brooke Carter, a girl with psychosis disorder and schizophrenia and she was a drug addict and con artist who had been banned from the South Miami Hospital because she was trying to extort for the psychology department for drugs. Before she got banned, she was in the mental ward and had been on medical restraint, because she had done crazy things like setting a fire in the parking lot of her elementary school and pretended to represent many organizations (some of which were actually non-profit) as way of getting money for drugs and she would assault people and we had to put her in a straitjacket to stop her from hurting other people.

I had gone to middle school and high school with Brooke and I had always known she had been psychologically ill. In middle school, it had started off as schizophrenia, because she often heard and saw things that other people around her weren't seeing or hearing, she had chronic mood swings, she believed she was immortal and had paranormal magical powers, she often talked to, yelled at and answered herself, she was paranoid, gullible, delusional and she was socially psychotic and mentally unstable in each and every sense of the word. Part of me felt sympathy for Brooke, because she seemed to be getting more and more psychologically sick as the years progressed, and plus she was constantly bullied in high school for this, so I tried to be friends with her. The other part of me was creeped out because she had had a crush on me ever since sixth grade, she had stalked me, she had tried to extort my parents at their mattress store (Yes, my mom and dad owned a king and queen themed mattress store called Moon's Mattress Kingdom. Kind of cheesy, but who was I to tell my parents how to live their lives?) she had tried to extort my workplace many times and she had beat other patients up.

I tried to avoid eye contact with the lunatic.

"I'm Brooke Carter. Your old high school classmate."

She said to me that way that sent chills down my spine. Her breath reeked of cannabis.

I said,

"I know who you are. You've extorted my fellow workers, my parents and me."

She said,

"Don't talk all that shit about me! I saw you sleeping with Ally Dawson last night!"

I asked,

"How do you know?"

She said,

"I know where you live. You're not supposed to crush on hoes like Ally Dawson! SHE IS YOUR FUCKING PATIENT YOU CRAZY MANWHORE! AND ALSO I'M THE GIRL YOU'RE GOING TO BE DOING FIVE YEARS FROM NOW!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Brooke, you know my boss banned you because you extorted the psychology department."

"JUST GIVE ME THE FUCKING DRUGS OR I'LL TELL YOUR BOSS ABOUT YOU SCREWING YOUR PATIENT."

I said,

"Brooke, you know you were banned for extortion and assault. Either you leave this campus effective immediately or I'll call the police."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Son of a bitch, Brooke is insane. Not that this is relevant, but the Austin & Ally series finale is tomorrow night :(. I'm probably going to drown in my own tears. But I'll still be writing the fanfiction for the show no matter what. Don't be afraid to leave suggestions or review this chapter! I love you guys ;)