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“Well, doctor, I have a couple things to say in response to that. First, I happen to love your princess scrubs. They are quite sexy on you. And second, were you just being friendly with me? I didn’t know Mr. Grumpy could be so pleasant.”
Arching an eyebrow as I feign shock, “Did you just call me grumpy?”
Walking back in, Mercy goes up to Ivy’s bed and asks, “Would it be okay if I hung out for a little while?”
“Can we play until I get sick?”
“Anything you want,” Mercy says.
I smile at them both. I suddenly see that there’s more to Mercy than I originally thought. Still, it isn’t happening, but seeing her like this makes my heart race.
“I’ll see you ladies in a little while.”
Mercy waves, and Ivy yells, “Bye, Dr. L!”
I laugh as I walk out the door to go pick up my pet project.
Six
MERCY
“What doyou want to do first, Ivy?”
She touches her finger to her lips, clearly thinking hard.
“Can we go to the playroom? There are barbies there, but you have to be with a grown up. And the nurses are always too busy.”
“Let me check with Dr. L.”
I text Nash to get his father’s number, and luckily, he replies immediately. So, I call Liam, delicious Liam. I’ve been in love with him since I was sixteen years old, okay maybe it was lust. I’ve never stopped thinking about him through the years, even when I didn’t see him or Nash because of school. I was too young then, but I’m not now. Every fantasy I’ve ever had revolves around Liam Lexington. I want his hands on my body in the most excruciating way. The way he looks at me, I know he wants it too. Shaking my head to snap out of my thoughts, I dial his number.
“Dr. Lexington,” he answers.
Even over the phone, he sounds sexy and makes my clit throb.
“It’s Mercy. Can Ivy go to the playroom?”
“Mercy, you know very well the nurses could have answered that question.”
A smirk crosses my face. I secretly love it when he’s grumpy with me, “Maybe, but you’re on the phone so maybe you could just answer this lowly peasant’s question really quick,” I bite.
He sighs, “Yes, if she isn't sick. Bring a wheelchair, there should be one in her bathroom. If she refuses the wheelchair which she will, she can’t go. When she gets sick it’ll be sudden and hit her like a ton of bricks.”
I grin, “Thank you, doctor.”
He disconnects the call; I save his number on my phone; I’ll definitely use it again.
Walking into the bathroom, I grab the wheelchair and bring it over to her bed.
“Not the wheelchair,” she whines, “I can walk.”
“Doctors orders, honey.”
“Fine!” she yells with a scowl on her cute little face. She is an adorable little girl, with big brown eyes and long brown, curly hair. Little Ivy looks like aDisneycharacter with those large, expressive eyes.
She gets into the wheelchair, and we go to the playroom. I help her out of the chair, and we sit on the floor with our legs crossed. First, we play barbies, but she gets bored rather easily.
“Can we paint?”
