Are you a virgin?

I didn't hear anything more about Dr. Mark that night.

My shift ended at seven in the morning, so feeling very tired, I prepared my bag and left the hospital heading to Ross's house. I took the subway and the bus to get to the small apartments where Ross lived, in a suburb. When I arrived at apartment 34 in Seven Sisters, I knocked on the door more than once, since at the first knock no one opened it.

After waiting a few minutes, a little girl opened the door. The little girl still had her princess pajamas on, while she looked sleepy.

"Who are you?" She asks me, leaning against the door.

"Lily, let her in!" I hear Ross's voice, who appears on the spot to carry her, pushing her aside. "You must be tired." She comments to me as she lets me into her brown-walled apartment. "That's the bathroom." She tells me, pointing to the right. "There are clean towels, take a shower, and then sleep in the room next to the bathroom." She tells me in a hurry, while she tries to get out as quickly as possible, taking her children with her. "I have to go, so I'll see you later."

To be honest I didn't have time to look at the apartment in detail, I just went straight to the bathroom, which was very small but was big enough to take a shower. So I took a quick shower and then went to the room where Ross told me to get some rest.

I hadn't rested at all, but when I finished putting on my pajamas, I was about to fall into bed exhausted, until my cell phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered sleepy and wanting to commit suicide. Why couldn't they let me sleep?

"Hello Victoria, I'm sorry to wake you up but Dr. Mark is looking for you," Ross tells me sounding quite rushed. I hadn't been out of the hospital for more than two hours and they were already bothering me.

"But it's not my turn, my shift starts in a few hours." I answered her, upset and about to faint from exhaustion.

"I know, but we need you since a car crashed at the entrance to the hospital and there are many injured." She gave me the news alarmed, while I wondered if it was a coincidence or bad luck that a car crashed into the hospital during my break time.

"I'm going there." I let her know by hanging up immediately, and then I put on my other clean uniform and ran quickly back to the hospital.

And when I arrived at the hospital, I realized that everything was a disaster, there were several nurses and doctors around the waiting room.

"Did you need me?" I ask Dr. Mark, who is caring for a girl of around eleven years old.

He without looking at me tells me:

"Bring me some antiseptic." Without thinking again I ran for antiseptic, which would be used to clean a wound. I grabbed a box with various supplies, including antiseptic, to run back to the doctor.

"Here it is." I try to give it to him, but he sighs tiredly.

"I need you to take this girl to the pediatric area."

I see the wound on the girl's arm, so I know this needs more than just an antiseptic. "My partner will take care of you." The doctor tells the girl and her mother. I leave the box aside and bring a wheelchair with me to take the girl to the pediatric area, where I meet Dr. Lee, who is in charge of the area.

"Hello." He tells me, quite energetically, while I give him the girl's file. "Who are you bringing me? A little princess?" He was too cute with the children while the girl's injury was not that serious, so we had time to make jokes.

"Go, I'll take care of her." Dr. Lee tells me, taking care of the girl, while I nod, and then run to the emergency room, where I meet Dr. Dustin and Dr. Harry. In the same place.

"Hello," Harry greeted me while they took a man away on a stretcher.

"Hello," I replied with a smile. "Goodbye." I tell him as I see him leaving quickly since it is very nice that he takes the time to greet me, despite the difficult situation. That makes me feel that he is a person with a sympathy that not everyone has.

"Miss Jefferson, stop flirting and bring me a healing box!" Without waiting I hear how my boss, Dr. Mark, calls my attention like a jealous boyfriend. I just had to go get a box where we had tools to clean and stitch critical wounds.

He, for his part, waits for me with one foot on the ground bouncing several times.

"Do you need me to repeat it more than twice?" He asks me excitedly, as I give him the tools: "You're very slow, are you retarded?" I feel like a small ball of nothingness, at this very moment, since the doctor makes me feel less. I wanted to hit him hard.

"I'm sorry, that's the fastest I could run." I answered him angrily, trying not to kill him in front of our patient.

"Not enough Miss Jefferson, I need someone faster." It seems that he is even more irritated, knowing that I was talking to him, Dr. Steward. Luckily Ross helps me, she pulls me aside to help Dr. Mark.

"Go over there, take care of the sick people upstairs." She tells me helping me with Doctor Mark's scolding. So with my pride in tatters, I run to the fourth floor, where I find my colleagues hard at work.

"What happened? You should be with Dr. Mark." Alice, a cocky blonde-haired nurse, asks me. I knew very well that she wanted my position, but for some strange reason, she had not been selected.

"I guess he hates me." I told her while I couldn't help but feel very bad, while I still remember how he yelled at me in front of all the patients and her family.

"Don't cry, darling," my other coworker named Gina tells me, who is a very beautiful woman with red hair. "The doctor is usually very mean to everyone." She tries to make me feel better by telling me that Dr. Mark is a fucking tyrant to everyone, but that didn't make me feel better, because that meant I still had a lot of hate left to endure from him.

"But he's my boss, I don't want him to fire me." I told them depressed with some unshed tears.

"He won't, or maybe he will." Alice tells me mockingly, ruining what Gina wanted to fix.

"Thank you." I thanked her sarcastically, as I left the place. The only place I could be was the nurses' room. Upon arriving, I realized that many patients had not received their medications, since the nurses abandoned their tasks to go to the emergency room. So I decide to hand out the medication and take signs for the records with each patient on the floor. I wanted to be productive, so I finished my tasks successfully.

Then I returned to the room, where I met Ross, who was making her notes and assigning the tasks to all the morning nurses.

"Thanks for taking charge down there." I thanked her as I stood in front of her, to leave the sign shots in front of her.

"It's okay, Dr. Mark is usually..." she tries to explain to me what that idiot is like, but I stop her so she can complete what would be most accurate for him.

"A complete idiot!" I said very annoyed while I frowned continuously. I knew that my face would be quite old and full of wrinkles because of that rude doctor.

"I was going to say a little special, but you said the right word." We both smiled at the same time. "And speaking of Dr. Mark, you have to go to his office." Now everything is ruined again, I had forgotten that I was his nurse.

"Me?" I pointed out to myself, somewhat incredulous, that I didn't want to go to that hateful doctor, but I also knew that it was very irresponsible of me not to attend to what is practically my job.

"Yes, you." She seems amused by my pointing out, she knows I don't want to go.

"Okay," I sighed tiredly while I was still thanking her for helping me.

"I know I was late about the accident, but thank you for taking care of my part." I placed a hand on her arm, while she looked at me gently.

"No problem, that's what friends are for." She tells me with a very kind smile, while I just give her one last look, to leave, but she stops me to tell me something important. -But it's not good that Dr. Mark sent for you when you worked two shifts in a row. It was your time to rest, knowing that more nurses like me were at his service.

And then I realized that maybe it wasn't so much my fault, I was very tired and Dr. Mark was just being very selfish by calling me. And why did he seem upset seeing me talking to Harry?

And when I was in front of his office, I arrived with doubts and I wanted to have an answer to each one of them, but I knew I couldn't just ask, so I just knocked on the door a couple of times.

"You may come in." I heard his hoarse voice.

"Yeah." I answered him by entering the office and then sitting on a wooden chair in front of him.

"It's a shame that a nurse like you can't do her job when people need you," he murmurs while he looks at his computer. I feel bad, so I look at the floor.

"I'm sorry." I apologize without asking questions about why he had called me despite the hour. I just said I was sorry like it was my fault.

"Changing the subject, how's your chest?" He asks me, looking directly at my breasts, while I feel uncomfortable seeing the drastic change in conversation.

"Better, I hardly feel anything now," I answered while wearing a wine sweater that covered my chest, which we nurse usually brought when it was very cold.

"You don't have to worry, Miss Jefferson, I'm not sexually attracted to you." He tells me cynically, while he has proven the opposite.

"Then why are you asking me these disgusting things?" I asked, annoyed, since he could call me at inappropriate times to come to work, but I couldn't deny that he had behaved like a sexual predator.

"What are you talking about?" He raises an eyebrow, pretending not to understand.

"You said very dirty things to me yesterday. I don't want to be one of those women, but I'm not sexually attracted to you either." Lie, the truth is that I'm very attracted to him. He could be a heartless man, but he was very handsome and attractive. It was like everything he did was perfect.

"Well, miss, I'll check it one more time, if it's not too much trouble." This was like a test, so I gave him a half smile.

"It's not," I tell him, sure of myself, as I walk to the stretcher and sit on it. I stand there nervous for a few minutes, as he will see my chest again. Why did I agree? I was just trying not to look nervous around him, but I guess this wasn't one of my best ideas.

And as soon as he is in front of me, his beautiful eyes light up as if they were shining a lamp on him.

"Well, it looks like you won't die," he tells me with a smile on his lips.

"That's good for me." I replied, trying not to look into his eyes while staying angry.

"Take off your clothes!" He tells me forcefully and cynically.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him with my eyes bulging out of my face.

"I told you, to take off your clothes!" He shouts shamelessly while licking his red lips.

"For what?" I asked defensively.

"To demonstrate how to stimulate you." He tells me, unbuttoning his robe and his shirt, letting me see his marked stomach, which causes cramps in the lower part of my body. "Or are you afraid?" He asks me with arrogance.

"Did I..?" I pointed to myself once more. I have to stop pointing fingers at myself, it seems to only get me into trouble.

"Coward." He answers me, forgetting that he is even smarter than this stupid sexual game he plays with me. "But if you don't want to, we won't do it by force." He slowly buttons his shirt, but I weakly stop him unconsciously.

I swallow and then look into those beautiful bright brown eyes as we slowly kiss. His tongue crosses my barrier and enters my mouth, while he runs his hands along my waist until he reaches my thighs. Where he slowly takes off my pants.

"You have the most beautiful legs in the building. Too bad you're a nurse, you always have to keep those legs in those white pants." He whispers in my ear, and then takes off my blouse, leaving me only with my bra. "And the most beautiful breasts." Slowly he touches my breasts with his big hands.

"You must be quite a casanova among the nurses. Do you do it with all of them?" I asked, breaking the sexual atmosphere.

"Who have you taken me for?" He asks, annoyed. "I'm not the hospital gigolo!" He tells me with annoyance. "You've made me angry." He tells me very annoyed while he squeezes my chest too much.

"Was that necessary?" I asked him in pain since I knew what he did to annoy me.

"If it was, I don't want you to think that I sleep with half the world, stupid girl." He spits, throwing me onto the stretcher, while he climbs on top of me, capturing my lips tightly. "You make me so angry." He said between kisses. while our lips collide and thunder like a sexy and attractive symphony.

"Believe me, I don't want to upset my boss." I answered, passing my hands along his well-worked back, while he kissed my entire body with his delicate lips, making me tremble. "I hate you." I whispered into the air while he passed his lips on my neck.

"I hate you too, do you have to be so stupid all the time?" He asks me, while he kisses me more and more. His lips make me feel like I want something more from him, but I hold my hands to the sheet of the stretcher.

"And you're a pain in the ass." I whispered while he was passing his lips over my belly.

"I like that you kiss me," I confessed without further ado while he returned to my lips and kissed me like no man has ever done.

With agile hands, he removes my panties making me sigh heavily. "Tell me, are you still a virgin?" He asks me curiously while my body tenses.

I was barely twenty and I'm still a virgin. I finished my degree very quickly, it was obvious that I didn't have much time to take care of that little matter.

"No." I lie to him trying not to let his experience in sex bother me.

"You are kidding me?" He asks me when he sees that it takes me a long time to answer. "Or am I just the one who notices that your response was very thoughtful."

"Okay, I'm still a virgin!" I shouted. "Kill me or sue me!" I was a little bummed, we had already come so far that stopping this fire for me was just a waste.

"Why?" He asks me, looking surprised. It was like he couldn't believe it, so I asked myself why I had waited so long. But my response was immediate.

"Why did I lie?" I answered him innocently about the lawsuit or the possible murder.

"No silly!" He taps his fingers on my forehead. “Why are you still a virgin?” He asked me, running his hands over my thin shoulders.

"Because I just haven't had time to have a relationship to do, you know," I told him, nervous and embarrassed that I had gotten to the point of telling my boss that I was still a virgin.

"I won't do it if that's what you're thinking." Now he sits up, crossing his arms in front of me. It was like he didn't want to mess with a girl or something, suddenly I saw that I was no longer so attractive in his eyes.

"Why do you have to be such an idiot?" I asked him, hitting his head with my arm. "You think I'm out there looking for sex." Don't be an idiot, many would like to be with me.

I wanted to raise my self-esteem even a little, even though I knew that what I was saying might not be very true.

"I don't doubt that, beautiful," he said thoughtfully while he impulsively put his hands on my hot cheeks, throwing me once again on the bed, kissing me with his lips full of saliva. He slowly runs his hands over my womanhood making me moan as I cling to the pillows of the bed.

"Grind your teeth tightly and try not to scream." He whispers to me while his fingers run through my femininity, giving me a satisfaction that I have rarely felt. I listen to him and bite down hard on one of the pads that was on the stretcher.

Suddenly everything goes out of control, he slowly lowers his lips and kisses until he reaches my private part, while he brings his nose and lips closer to me. I didn't know how or when we had gotten to this point, but we were doing it. His tongue clings to my vaginal lips, reaching down, where he sucks and bites a little bit of me. I never thought that his encouragement would make me moan, that it could have knocked down walls.

"Do you want more?" He asks me, enjoying watching me bite the pillow as if I was hungry, but of course he was hungry! I was hungry for him.

"I beg you," I told him, removing the pillow from my mouth, while I returned to the place where he made me feel that he wanted something more than just a kiss. His lips were passionate about my vagina, it was as if he wanted my first oral sex to be the best.

He wanted me to remember him forever. I knew he wanted to be in my mind, when I was doing it with another man, to realize that no one is better than him.

And how would I know? If I was still a Virgin. Simple, since not even the most exciting thing I had seen so far, had taken my breath away with his tongue thrusts. But paradise on earth did not last, as the door rang, breaking everything we had.

"Damn!" The doctor spits into the air, while it is clear that he is very upset that they have taken him away from me like that. So he hands me a robe and makes me put it on. I guess I can be grateful that sick gowns exist, which are so easy to put on and cover your entire body, or in this case, the scene of the crime.