Be Mine, Valentine(10)

By: Jessa Chase

“I have a patient for you, Dr. Whiting.”

He looked annoyed, pulling the chart from her hands and reading it while she talked.

“Mr. Colby is a frequent flier here. We haven’t been able to find a doctor here in town to take over his narcotic prescriptions so he comes here for refills.”

“Give me the medical details, Kit. Not his life story.”

Kit bit her tongue so hard she tasted blood, but she was determined to keep things professional.

“He’s 53 years old, status post MVA 11 months ago. He has unrelenting lumbago and sciatica and takes Norco and Tylenol #4 for pain relief.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Stay here, I don’t want you in there with me.” He walked to the patient’s room and left Kit standing there trying to decide the best place to hide a doctor’s body in a hospital.

“I love my job,” she whispered to herself. “I love my job and don’t want to get fired. I love my job…”

A few minutes later, Robert returned looking triumphant.

“He’s certainly in pain,” he commented as he laid the chart on the desk.

“That’s generally the reason we prescribe pain medicines, yes.”

“Oh no, he won’t be getting anything stronger than Advil from this hospital ever again, and I’m going to call all the other hospitals in the state to let him know the same.”

“What?” She said, perplexed. “You can’t do that, he needs those medications.”

“What he needs to do is stop selling the medications he’s been prescribed. Maybe then he would be able to properly manage his pain. I put in an order for a rapid urine drug screen, and I guarantee his levels won’t be therapeutic.”

Kit ground her teeth but agreed to run the urine test. After all, when it came back she’d be able to tell him that he didn’t know everything and shouldn’t second guess her so often.

Several hours later, she was heading down to the lab to get a print out of the results when Robert cornered her in the hallway and pulled her into an empty exam room.

“What the hell?” She said as shut the door.

“Sorry, didn’t figure you’d want me kissing you in the hallway.” He dipped his head down and planted his lips on hers. For a moment she was lost in the feeling of his body against hers, his arms around her.

She broke contact first, breathless for a moment. “I…Robert…I don’t…” It was hard to talk when he was nuzzling the sensitive skin along the nape of her neck.

He chuckled. “I’ve been a certifiable asshole today. I’d say I have a good reason but mostly I just want to say I’m sorry.”

“Asshole with a capital A.”

“Would saying sorry again help?”

“Not really.” She pressed her hands against his chest and pushed him a little bit away from him. A little distance, maybe a little sanity.

“How about if I tell you that you were partially right and I was partially wrong about the pain patient from earlier?” He held up the results that she’d been going down to get. Indeed, he was taking his Tylenol #4 as prescribed but had no Norco in his system.

“Damnit.” She muttered.

“I love that you are passionate about your patients. I love that you care about their life stories and what brings them here. I just want to find a middle ground with you where you don’t believe every word that comes out of their mouths.”

“Then tell me that, don’t bite my head off in the middle of the ER.”

“I can do that.” He amended. “I can try to do that.”

He closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers again. She felt the world fall away until all that was left was his hands on the small of her back, his teeth nibbling her bottom lip.

“Come to my softball game on Saturday. I need somebody there to cheer me on because otherwise I might suck.”

Kit laughed. “I’ll come, but only because I was going to go anyway. I don’t cheer on assholes.”



The weather was perfect for a softball game, Robert reflected as he socked the ball against his glove. The bleachers were filled, mostly with women, and there were children of all ages running around on the far side of the chain-link barrier between the field and the spectators.