Scratch My Back

MIA

“Your stem cells weren't a match, I’m sorry.”

The doctor’s words caused a shock in my brain as I swayed slightly, holding the edge of the bed to prevent myself from falling.

“Are you alright, Miss?” the doctor asked.

I gave him a weak smile, “I don't understand. Why didn't my stem cells match? She's my mother.”

The doctor looked around the room, clearing his throat, “Perhaps we can discuss that after your mother is fine. We have a match and we need money to facilitate the surgery process.”

I knew he was hiding something but I was too tired to force him to cough it up so I just left him and kept quiet, watching as he left the hospital room.

My heart sank as he closed the door and I sat down on the small chair beside my mother’s bedside. We were in a small hospital with essential medical equipment and yet I couldn't pay my mother’s medical bills.

It's been two months since she's been admitted to the hospital and the stem cell transplant from me was supposed to help her take care of the leukemia.

As I stared at my mother’s prone figure lying on the bed I felt tears trickle down my cheeks. We were in a single room, this was the smallest ward I could afford for her.

“Mom, I really wish you'd get better,” I cried.

She had been in a coma for some days and the doctors wanted to perform the stem cell transplant before it was too late.

I needed to figure out how to get money. I mulled over all the possible means and I settled on one option; visiting my Uncle Howard.

Howard was my mom's elder brother but chances of him helping my mom were slim especially since he hadn't been on speaking terms with my mom for decades.

He has always been very distant from my family and I figured he was my last option and the best bet I had if I wanted to save my mother’s life.

“I’m going to see Uncle Howard and ask for his help, Mom, wish me luck,” I said to her before kissing her forehead.

I grabbed my purse and headed out of the hospital and I bumped into the doctor at the reception.

“Doctor,” I smiled at him, “I’ll be right back.”

“Can we talk for a few minutes, Mia?” he asked.

I nodded and he led me into his office. He offered me a seat and I took it, my heartbeat increasing as I wondered if he had more bad news for me.

“What is it, Doctor? The suspense is killing me,” I stressed.

The man laughed. He had a very beautiful smile and I suddenly noticed how attractive he was when he wasn't hovering around in his scrubs and trying to save my mother’s life.

“Relax, Mia, I called you because I've got good news,” he said to me.

I smiled, “Yes? What is the news about? I could use a little bit of good news right now.”

“I know a way your mom can get her procedure done and complete her treatment without paying a dime,” he announced.

I clapped my hands, squealing excitedly, “Tell me, Doctor!”

He stood up and sat on his desk, his legs trapping me in my chair. I frowned, staring at him suspiciously.

“What are you doing?” I queried.

“You want to save your mom, right?” he asked.

“Yes?”

“Here’s how it works, I scratch your back and you scratch mine,” he grinned.

My frown deepened, “Where do you need me to scratch?”

He laughed, “This is exactly why I like you. You pick up things so fast.”

Then before I could blink his lips smashed on mine as his hands grabbed my dress roughly. I wasted no time in pushing him away, my face filled with fury.

“What the hell?” I glared at him.

“Come on, baby, if you like it rough, you say so,” he laughed, pulling me toward him.

“Let me go!” I snapped at him.

“Don’t yell so much,” he chuckled, “I can gag you if you like that too. I'm also into kinks.”

He winked at me and I felt disgusted as I struggled to wiggle out of his grasp. He leaned in to kiss me again and I kicked his balls, glaring at him, my eyes challenging him to try and touch me again.

“Are you a psycho? You think I would sleep with you for money?” I raged.

“No, I thought you would sleep with me to save your mom’s life,” he grunted out in pain.

“Well, I don't need you to do that and I'm taking my mom out of this hospital and I'm reporting you,” I threatened.

He laughed mockingly at me, “Go ahead, you can't do anything and no one would believe you. Also if you don't pay up all outstanding debts your mom owes you aren't taking her to anyone. And if by the end of today, you don't provide the money for surgery, you forget about it!”

I was shocked as I stared at him.

“Aren’t you supposed to help people?” I asked him, scoffing in disbelief.

He scoffed, “I offered to help you and you threw it back in my face kicking my balls while you were at it.”

“You wanted me to whore myself out to you,” I corrected him sharply.

He pointed to the door, “Get out!”

I didn't waste time running out of his office. I didn't want him to see my tears. I raced toward the road and hailed a taxi, giving him the address of my uncle.

“Are you alright, Miss?” the taxi driver asked, concerned.

A wave of fury rushed through me as I remembered how the doctor had pretended to be sweet before trying to rape me.

“Just drive,” I scowled at him, “I’m fine!”

I have never felt so humiliated in my entire life. Not only did the doctor insult me, but he also threatened to kick my mom out of his hospital. My uncle was my only hope.

Please, help me, I whispered silently.