#now i can rest a little until the final lab and oral exams

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finished my last written final today 🥳💃🏻🎉👯🏼‍♀️🍾

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Starstruck (3)

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader

Words: 5051

Warnings: Masturbation. Caught in the act kinda thing. Oral (female receiving). Penetrative, unprotected sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong). More science-y, kinda romantic talk. Fluffy Beck. 

Summary: It’s the holidays and everyone’s gone for Christmas but you’re still stuck in school because you need to retake your final since the professor was nice enough and didn’t want to fail you. It just so happened that there is a sciences expert living in the same house as you, one that you’ve never spoken to before. Things get interesting when he offers to help you out, but what’s in it for him?

Prompt: “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

A/N: We’re going to pretend that part 2 wasn’t posted two years ago. God I’m so happy I finally finished this. Chris Beck will always hold a special place in my heart. I hope you liked my rendition of one soft college space nerd. You can catch up with the two other parts here and here. Please let me know how I’m doing in the comments. This isn’t beta’d btw.

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Had it not been for the exam you were terrified of, you would have probably allowed yourself to enjoy every minute you spent with Chris a little bit more. True to his word, Chris was available to answer any and all of your questions, no matter the time of day. He even convinced you to go out with him a couple of more times when he saw how stressful your days were. Between memorizing formulas and solving chemistry problems, you were sure this was the worst week of your life. 

But then you remembered how much Chris made you laugh and you realized that had it not been for this exam, you wouldn’t have been able to spend time with him. And you hated how absolutely adorable he was, just the right amount of dorky and sexy. When the day of the exam arrived, Chris walked with you to the professor’s office, telling you he was sure you were going to pass it and that you just needed to trust yourself. He was about to walk away when the door of the office opened and out came your professor, Dr. Daniels. 

“Hey Chris, I haven’t seen you since your undergrad years. How long has it been?” Chris shook his hand and you could only stand there awkwardly as they struck up a conversation.

“I think two years maybe, I’ve been meaning to email you actually. But we can talk about that later.” Chris smiled before turning to you and wishing you good luck.

“Oh you know Y/N?” Dr. Daniels pointed to you and you nodded at the question. 

“Uh yeah we live in the same house.” You wondered why Chris didn’t tell him he was helping you out but you didn’t think too much of it.

“I tell you, if you’d asked him for help, then this would have been the easiest two hours of your life.” Dr Daniels said to you, laughing and watching as you looked at Chris for a moment before turning back and responding to him.

“Actually, Chris here has been helping me out for the past week. I’m really lucky I found him.” You refused to look at Chris after your little comment, afraid you’d said too much in front of him. 

“Oh well in that case, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Come on in, the quicker you start, the quicker you can finish and enjoy your break with Chris...and I’ll see you later.” Dr. Daniels motioned for you to step inside his office before walking behind you and nodding at Chris. 

“Yeah, it was nice catching up with you.” Chris waved at him, his eyes never leaving you as you set up your calculator and pencils on the desk. You looked back just in time to see him smiling at you before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. You took a deep breath before looking down at the exam packet, writing your name on the blue book and flipping the first page to begin your nightmare of an afternoon.

Two hours later, you put everything in your bag and stood up, reluctantly walking to Dr. Daniels desk before turning it in.

“So, how are we feeling this time around?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. But I think it’s better than last week. Once again, thank you so much for giving me the chance to do better. I can’t begin to tell you how much of a difference this makes.”

“Please, it’s nothing. I don’t understand why, to this day, they allow students who aren’t going in the field to take this level of Organic Chemistry. It makes no sense to me so anything to help you out and get back at the school.” He chuckled, flipping through the pages of handwriting before placing the blue book on top of his pile of exams. “I’ll email you your grade by the end of the night just so you don’t have to worry about it during your break. And good luck with everything else, it was a pleasure having you in class.” 

“Thank you so much Dr. Daniels. Enjoy your break and Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas.”

You exited his office, quietly shutting the door behind you before turning around, only to bump into someone. “Oh sorry I didn’t s- Chris! W-what’re you doing here?” You stared at him like he grew a second head, not sure why he was standing right outside the office.

“I got us hot chocolate to celebrate you acing that final!” He handed you your cup and walked ahead of you. You stared at the cup in your hands then back at him, amazed that he was somehow still single. 

“Oh wow thank you, you didn’t have to.” You took a long sip of the drink, wanting to hide behind your up for a little.

“Of course I did. So umm, do you have any plans tonight?” Chris cleared his throat before looking at his shoes.

“Not really no. Dr. Daniels said he’d get my grade by the end of the night so I was just going to spend the rest of my day on my bed, trying not to cry because I probably didn’t do well. No offense to your impeccable tutoring skills.” Humor was your defense mechanism but Chris didn’t think what you said was funny, stopping abruptly before turning and facing you.

“Listen, you understood everything I explained and you did good in there. Give yourself some credit. And since you’re doing nothing, then I think we should go have dinner and watch a movie.” He rambled through that last bit and you blinked confusingly at him before nodding in agreement. Chris continued to walk, opening the door of the building for you and waiting until you exited before following behind you.

“I- sorry, I meant to ask you to dinner, n-not force you into it. If you don’t want to go that’s fine I just-”

“I was hoping you’d ask.” You cut him off, reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers. It took Chris three seconds to look down and smile at you before tripping over his words again. You sighed in relief and patted yourself on the back for the moment of bravery.��

“Great t-that’s great. You’re really great.” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your mouth, and it only worsened when you noticed him blush.

“I’m sorry I promise I’m not laughing at you...I just think it’s adorable that you’re a genius who managed to say ‘great’ three times in a row. No other adjectives in your dictionary right now?” Chris’ embarrassment was more evident now and you hated that you couldn’t stop teasing him. He looked so cute trying to hide from you and you wanted to see him blush again.

“Well, I would be capable of using other adjectives to describe how happy I am right now had it not been for a certain pretty girl who actually agreed to go out with me…” Whatever you thought he would say, that was the last thing that came to mind and you pretended you weren’t jumping up and down in your mind because did he really just call you pretty?

“What’s the matter Y/N? Cat got your tongue?” There was a hint of flirtation in his tone and you rolled your eyes at him, knowing fully well that he could see your reaction to his words. You walked in silence the rest of the way, occasionally catching each other staring before giggling and clasping your hands a little tighter. When you did reach the house, Chris was first to walk in, telling you that he had no patience for the rest of your house mates. No one was in so the two of you sat in the living room and played cards. 

Neither of you watched the time and you only noticed how many hours went by when you heard the familiar bell of the church on campus strike six times. You were hysterically laughing at Chris telling you about how he had to scrub down his friend during a Chemistry lab one time because he tripped and spilled some random chemical on his hands. It wasn’t acidic thankfully but they still had to follow protocol and Chris made sure his friend would never let it down.

“Oh god is that the time already? Listen, we should go get dressed to make it in time for the last showing of the night.” Chris collected all the cards and stood up, pulling you along with him and guiding you upstairs.

“I’ll be ready in fifteen.” You reached your room and ran inside, afraid you’d do or say something stupid about how much you enjoyed the day. Shutting the door, you frantically ran around your room, trying to decide on something cute to wear. You finally paired a long-sleeve shirt with a skirt only to see Chris’ NASA sweatshirt lying on your couch. Picking it up, you took a deep breath and walked to his room to give it to him. When you saw the door was open, you knocked softly and walked in, looking around to see where he was. 

Maybe he went downstairs to grab something...

Leaving the sweatshirt on his chair, you turned around to leave only to find an almost naked and incredibly wet Chris standing in front of you and drying his hair. You tried so hard to not let your eyes go below his neck but you couldn’t, watching as a few droplets of water rolled down his chest, almost as if they were inviting you to go and lick them off. 

When you did finally meet his eyes, you saw a faint blush take over his cheeks and neck.

“Did you need anything?” His hands dropped from his head and he looked around to see if you might have left something in his room by accident.

“I uhh, there was this thing- I mean I found your ummm….s-sweatshirt…I had your sweatshirt and I just wanted to return it.” You looked everywhere else but him, silently waiting for him to kick you out of his room or call you out for going inside without his permission.

“Thanks,” Chris could tell how much you were affected by him and he wasn’t a vain person, not really, but he felt so proud of the hours he spent in the gym because to have you looking at him like that was a dream come true. He could tell how embarrassed you were and decided to end the awkward moment, moving aside and continuing to dry his hair. 

“I’ll see you in a bit.” You whispered before, quite literally, sprinting out of the room and into yours. The door was slammed shut behind you by accident and you hated how shamelessly obvious you were in front of him. Waiting for a few seconds, you moved around the room to try and even out your breath. You felt a sudden chill go down your body and you didn’t realize what you were doing until you were laying down on your bed and pulling the skirt down your legs. Shutting your eyes, it took seconds to conjure up the image of Chris in nothing but a towel, his hair wet and dripping down his impressive chest. You bit your lower lip and moved your panties to the side, sucking on your fingers before reaching down to your slit.

You slowly circled your clit, applying enough pressure to get you wet before inching your middle finger inside your aching core, sighing as you pictured Chris’ hands instead, his blue eyes taking you in as he brought you pleasure. Spreading your thighs a little wider, you increased your pace and imagined his cock teasing your entrance and coating himself with your juices. You knew you had to be quick because the last thing you wanted to do was miss spending more time with him. Throwing back your head, you moaned his name over and over again as you felt yourself reaching that little high. 

But before you could let go, you heard a swear in the form of a vague whisper coming from the direction of the door, eyes widening in horror when you looked up and saw Chris standing there and staring at you. You didn’t know what to do, reluctantly removing your hands before sitting up and grabbing a towel.

“STOP!” Chris wanted to apologize when he saw your body jump at the loud command, but he wanted to make sure you didn’t wipe your hand anywhere. He carefully approached you, not wanting to frighten you anymore with his presence. You watched him like a hawk, knowing this road only had one end.

Chris stood beside the bed and leaned down, looking at your heaving chest before gently taking your hand, not giving you a chance to react as he pulled it to his mouth and started sucking on your fingers. You moaned at the filthy reaction, your eyes incapable of focusing on anything but the way he rolled his tongue around your wet fingers. 

When he saw that you weren’t going to push him away, he let go of your hand and kneeled on the bed, trapping your body between his arms as he leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss. You melted beneath him, all shyness flying out the window as you felt his hands explore your flushed skin. You moaned into his mouth when you felt him slip his hands beneath your shirt. But Chris misunderstood and immediately pulled away, searching your features for any sign of discomfort before he asked if he could take your shirt off.

“Is...is this okay?” He whispered, stopping his exploration of your skin to not distract you. Your eyes fluttered open and looked into his, and he smiled to himself when he saw how dilated your pupils were.

“Oh god yes please Chris.” 

That seemed to be all that Chris needed to hear because not a second later, he was fisting his hands in your shirt and dragging it up your body until it was off. He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over the expanse of your newly exposed torso, licking his lips in anticipation when he could see your nipples poking through the thin material of your bra. He returned his attention to your eyes, smiling when you sighed as he slipped his arms behind your back to unclasp your bra. When he pulled the straps down your arm and threw the undergarment behind him, your breathing picked up and he thought it’d probably be better if he slowed down a bit.

“Relax Y/N, if you want me to stop I c-” He slowed down and was about to move away from you when he felt your hands grab his wrists and pull him back. 

“No, n-no keep going please. I just- you...you make me nervous.”

“Why baby? You didn’t look nervous five minutes ago when you called out my name as these little fingers sank into your sweet pussy.” He shouldn’t have teased you about what he saw but he couldn’t pass up at the chance, the look on your face making him grow harder in his jeans. 

“Chris...please.” You turned away from him, nuzzling into the arm next to your cheek and biting down on his skin to distract him. 

“Tell me honey, what were you thinking of? I’ll give you anything you want, anything you want from me. But I wanna know what you were thinking of. Please.” Chris leaned down and nipped at your jaw before leaving a trail of kisses down your throat, biting down on your shoulder when it took you a little longer to respond to him.

“I- I thought of your fingers touching me, m-making me...oh god, making me cum. And...and I pictured you teasing me with your cock as you spread my thighs open and f-finally...finally- please, oh fuck please…” You shivered when you felt him slowly easing your panties down your leg before settling between your thighs.

“Finally what baby?” Chris looked up and held your gaze as he bit into your inner thighs, smiling he saw your hands fisting into the sheets beneath you.

“F-fucked me until I forgot my name.” You blinked down at him, gasping when he raised an eyebrow at your choice in words before he leaned down one more time and kissed your skin.

“Well why didn’t you just say so sweetheart.” His mischievous smile made you nervous and you threw your head back as soon as you felt his tongue lick at your slit. You moaned and bit into the pillow when his lips closed around your clit and violently sucked at the engorged nub, and you swore you could feel him smirk when your hands shot to his hair and pulled on it.

“C-chris...fuck oh my god your mouth! Feels so good, so good...so-” Your back arched off the bed almost painfully and Chris reluctantly shut his eyes and dove into your cunt, humming in approval and moaning at your taste the harder you pulled at his hair. He let go of your legs and pushed down on your thighs before moving one hand to replace his tongue. He looked up and saw bliss taking over your features, using the moment of distraction to spit on your cunt before easing two fingers into your fluttering walls. 

Your eyes shot open instantly, looking down at him just as he descended on you again and licked at your clit while his fingers thrust in and out of you. You couldn’t focus on one specific sensation, the different stimuli pushing you to that familiar fluttering in your stomach. You were already so close before and feeling his fingers replace yours drove you over the edge. 

“Go on baby, let go. Cum for me, let me taste this sweet cunt drenching me. Please baby I want you so fucking badly it hurts. Be a good little girl and cum on my fingers so I could finally fuck you like you want.” Hearing him whispering those filthy, unhinged words to you broke you apart and you fell to the bed again, thighs shaking violently as you gushed around his fingers and on his tongue. Chris continued to suck on your clit, wanting to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. With a slight graze of his teeth against your little bundle of nerves, you screamed his name and unintentionally shut your thighs around his head. 

Chris kissed your slit one last time before he eased his fingers out of you, rubbing the muscles of your legs to calm you down as he filled his eyes with your flushed skin. He bit his lower lip when he saw your stomach fluttering and your legs slightly shaking, squeezing your calves once before moving off of the bed and stripping off his clothes.

“C-chris…” You finally managed to open your eyes, smiling hazily at him as you touched yourself and watched as he took his clothes off. He was down to his boxers and waited a moment, laughing when he saw you pinch and pull at your nipples while you whined for him to hurry up.

“Aren’t you a greedy little thing?” Chris winked at you when he took his boxers off, his chest expanding with pride when he saw the look on your face. 

“Fuck me…” You spread your thighs wide open when he moved to sit between your knees, unable to hold back from reaching to him and grasping his heavy cock in your hand. “We- we don’t...fuck that’s it baby. Your hands are so warm...we don’t have to do anything you- you don’t want.”

“Chris please, need you. Want your- your cock in me, stretching me...fucking me. Hard...please.” You were speaking in broken sentences and Chris had to hold back from coming right then and there. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he allowed you to pull him closer to your cunt.

“Wait- wait...we need a-”

“IUD...I have an IUD...and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. Unless you want one. I didn’t mean to make it seem like-” 

“Fucking hell you’re going to be the death of me baby. I was tested after my last time, can’t fucking remember when that was to be honest. Are you...are you sure? I can go grab a condom right now.” Chris didn’t take his eyes off of you once, hands gripping your ass as you maneuver yourself closer to him and swipe the head of his cock against your clit.

“Please...wanna feel you with nothing between us. Oh god Chris I just- I want you. Now. Please, fuck me. F-fuck me.” Your desperate pleas made him twitch in your hand and he nodded at you, looking down and watching as you slowly pushed the head of his cock in your cunt.

“Fuck...oh baby you’re so big. You’re stretching me Chris...already feel so full. Fuck, I- I need…” You weren’t sure what you were asking of him but Chris seemed to understand what you needed, leaning down and molding his lips with yours as he inched into you. He felt your nails digging into his back and groaned when your cunt clenched tightly around him. “Oh sweet fucking god Y/N...you’re so tight around me...squeezing the fuck out of me. Fuck baby that’s it...take it. Take my cock in that little pussy, you’re so perfect. Made for me...made to take my cock.” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, kissing and licking at your damp skin as he finally sheathed himself fully inside of you.

You were both breathing heavily, and you whimpered when he continued to swear against your neck. You could tell he was having a difficult time holding back, the thought of how patient he was making your heart skip a beat. When you finally relaxed your muscles enough, you scratched the back of his neck and begged him to move.

“Chris…”

“Sweetheart...I- can I move?” 

“Y-yes...please.” 

The whispered plea drove him mad with lust and he pushed up on his elbows to look at you, never once breaking eye contact as he pulled out and bucked his hips back into you again. You sighed his name and threw your head back, focusing on the way his hard dick twitched inside you as it slid against your walls. You could feel the tip of his cock hitting that deep, soft spot inside you over and over again, knowing that you were somehow already close to coming again. 

“You’re amazing baby, fucking exquiste. Like heaven...heaven and my dreams. Oh god, I’m- you’re clenching so tightly around me...could feel this cunt sucking me in deeper. Shit, are- are you already close again?” He could feel the familiar tightening of your walls and hissed when you nodded at him.

“Ok...fuck, could you wait for me darling? Please...wanna cum with you, feel you milking me dry. Please baby I’m begging here. Wait for me, fuck, wait for me.” You couldn’t deny him his request even if you wanted to, and you opened your eyes just in time to see his eyebrows furrow in focus. You parted your lips and groaned his name like a mantra, telling him of how hot and hard and thick he felt, whispering how much you wanted him to cum in you, to fill you up and keep fucking you until neither of you could move.

“Baby...oh god, baby you’re fucking amazing. Beautiful...perfect. Oh fuck, I- I’m…”

“Cum with me Chris...please, want to feel you cum in me. With me. Oh- oh please-”

As soon as you looked down and saw where you were joined, the thread uncoiled, and you threw your arms around Chris, pulling him closer and gasping his name as he picked up the pace and fucked into you harder, the sound of slapping skin filling the room and making you wish you could scream his name.

He bit into your shoulder as he felt your walls flutter around him, growling and shaking above you as he felt his balls pulse and signal his release. He came deep inside your pussy, his rhythm faltering the harder you squeezed him and pulled him in. He could feel you whimpering beneath him, and he smiled when you crossed your legs across his back to keep him inside you once he started to slow down. 

You weren’t sure how long you remained tangled in each other’s arms and when Chris tried to push off of you, you shook your head and begged him to stay.

“Not going anywhere baby...fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever cum this hard. You’re...something special Y/N.” Chris leaned down and kissed your lips, smiling against you when he felt your hold tighten around his neck. He parted and hissed when your cunt clenched around him once more, unable to hold back from chuckling at the sweet sensation. He slowly eased himself out and leaned back on his knees, watching as his cum leaked out of you and rolled down your thighs.

“Fucking hell.” Chris inhaled deeply before reaching down for his shirt to clean you up.

“Wait no you’ll get it dirty.”

“Who cares?” He shrugged as he softly cleaned his mess, apologizing when he became a little excited and rubbed harder than he should have. Throwing the shirt away, he pushed you to the side before rolling next to you, moving you into his arms and looking up at the ceiling as you drew patterns on his chest. 

“Did you know that in ancient times, the seven musical notes were assigned to the seven heavenly bodies in various symbolic arrangements? Kepler basically precisely calculated these long imagined Harmoniae Mundi...he noticed that the ratios between planets’ extreme angular velocities were all harmonic intervals. And more recently even, Molchanov has shown that the entire solar system can be viewed as a ‘tuned’ quantum structure, with Jupiter as the conductor of the orchestra.” You blinked up in confusion at Chris, eyebrows furrowing when he looked down and smiled at you.

“Sorry...I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.” He blushed under your gaze, scratching his hair when your confused expression turned into an amused one.

“No no, you didn’t. I like listening to you talk about things you’re passionate about. I’m just surprised because you’re suddenly talking about harmonies which has nothing to do with your area.” You rested your chin on his chest and watched as he laid his head back in thought.

“Well, I was really interested in our last conversation and I read up on some stuff and I found all of these theories that connect music and geometry and space and the planets playing in tune and- god you’re going to think I’m stupid.” Chris shut his eyes and rubbed at his face, hoping to somehow hide from you until you let it go. 

“No never...please, what were you going to say?”

“I wanted to impress you...so I thought I could learn about harmonics and rhythms and I found all of this stuff about Kepler’s theories on planetary orbits and how he found the answer through geometry and musical spheres and...what?” He saw the way you were looking at him and blinked shyly, hoping that you wouldn’t think he was a complete weirdo. 

“That might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Chris’ expression grew softer at your confession, shutting his eyes when you leaned over and kissed his cheeks. 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Chris said as you pulled your head back to take a better look at him. What you saw in his eyes should have terrified you but instead, you felt your heart beat in comfort at his exclamation.

“So are you…” You nuzzled into his neck, twirling his hair around your fingers as you breathed his scent in and kissed his jaw. You were just about to doze off when a chime came from your phone. God, you knew the notification sound immediately, and you also knew who was emailing you so late in the afternoon.

“Oh god, I can’t check.” You shook your head and groaned when Chris leaned over and grabbed your phone. 

“Unlock it for me baby and I’ll check. I’m sure you did well.” He tried to put you at ease, kissing your forehead and whispering more assurances to you as you unlocked your phone and handed it to him. Scrolling through your apps, he found the Outlook app and clicked on it, opening the email from Dr. Daniels and reading through the email. You took in his face and cursed how well he was able to hide whatever emotion he was experiencing. 

“Well?”

“I think,” Chris said as he shut your phone off and placed it on the nightstand again, not giving you a chance to say anything as he rolled you underneath him and kissed your neck, “that we should forgo going out tonight, and stay in to celebrate. Properly celebrate your B+.” He laughed when you squealed and smashed your lips with his.

“Thank you thank you thank you, oh god I can’t believe I passed.”

“I knew you would sweetheart.” Chris fell back on the bed when you pushed him down, shutting his eyes and moaning in pleasure when you straddled him and left a trail of wet kisses down his scruff to his chest.

“Music and science aren’t the closest friends Chris...you can hardly blame me for not thinking I did well.” You whispered as you slowly pushed your hand between the two of you and took hold of his hardening dick.

“They might not be friends...but they are bedfellows...oh fuck.” You laughed at the remark, continuing your descent and kissing just above his happy trail. You smiled when you felt his hips buck against you, his fingers tightening their hold around your arms as you scratched his abdominal muscles. 

“In more ways than one obviously.”  

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

The Doctor Will See You Now - Part 3

Doctor!Seokmin x Reader x Doctor!Mingyu

Word Count: 4732

Contents: lingerie, teasing, threesome, marking, fingering, oral (female receiving), rough breast play, choking, begging, rough unprotected sex

Note: At the risk of sounding sappy, @thetypingpup really is one of the most wonderful people alive. She’s kind and caring and honest with you. She’s hard working and driven and truly a woman after my own heart. I’ve been so lucky to have you come into my life this year, Ellie. Now enjoy this absolute filth.

Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Calling and booking your follow-up appointment was exciting enough, though a part of you worried it would be too short to actually do anything. Up to now, he’d found excuses to touch you, had some reason and taken it further at the signs of your desperation. He didn’t mention redoing the test, though you thought he could hardly justify running it a third time. The thought was welling up in you, the fear that your fantasy may be coming to an end.

And then you got a call to reschedule. Your appointment was pushed a week later and you were only told there was something about a consult. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad but thought it might be bad, it wasn’t as if anyone else could know what was happening, though Dr. Lee couldn’t help but let you moan and scream. You had to wonder if people knew, someone had to have heard and that thought made your cheeks burn. It was somehow at once very private and very public.

Even with your worries, you decided you would still dress cute. If he wasn’t planning on doing anything perhaps seeing you in something else again would convince him. As much as pants would probably be more comfortable you couldn't resist choosing one of your cutest dresses. He did seem to like when you wore cute things and this one complimented your figure so nicely.

You had toyed around with which lingerie to wear. You wanted to pick something different and the light coloured lace looked so good. It was cute and sweet yet still alluring and the matching garter belt was too good of a choice to pass up with the way he’d looked at you in you thigh highs last time. The skirt of the dress covered them enough so only he would have the chance to see. You spent ages looking through your perfumes before picking one, similar to the one you’d worn before but just a little sweeter.

At this point, it didn’t feel like you were overthinking it, though you would feel stupid if you did all of this preparation and nothing happened. You supposed you could always ask for his number but with the way your IQ seemed to plummet when he was around the likelihood of you remembering was doubtful. No you were going to look on the positive side.

Maybe this time you’d finally get fucked the way you’d been craving.

You felt confident as you left the house and made your way to the hospital. It had very quickly become one of your favourite places to be. Your appointment was in a different part of the clinic, much further into the hospital than before. You wondered as the nurse took your blood pressure if there was a reason for that. She was pleasant but you were distracted. The only thing you cared about was seeing Dr. Lee again. Feeling his warm touch on your skin, seeing his lips curl into a smile as he made you come undone like slowly pulling a slip knot.

The waiting was longer today, or maybe you were just filled with anticipation. You let your mind wander, daydreaming about the feeling of his fingers and tongue, itching to know what it would feel like when his cock finally sunk into your awaiting heat. The thought alone had shivers of arousal rushing down your spine and heat pooling in your core. You shifted little by little as you tried to get some friction. As much as you hoped for the contact you craved you thought touching yourself while you waited wasn’t the wisest idea.

The door swung open and you looked up, though you hoped your face didn’t betray the mix of emotions that moved through you.

You just barely recognized the man in the doorway giving you a kind smile. You’d seen him with Dr. Lee during your last visit, very briefly in the doorway. You hadn’t even learned his name at the time. The man was very handsome, beautifully sculpted features and warm tan skin, his smile was comforting. Yet he wasn’t Dr. Lee, and some part of you panicked that he might not be coming.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting too long,” he said warmly. “I’m Dr. Kim, Dr. Lee called me in for a consult. He’ll be along shortly, I just thought we should get started.”

“Sure,” your voice wasn’t as cheery as you wanted it to be, but you couldn’t help your disappointment. Would he be here for the whole appointment? He was attractive, sure, and the thought of him joining in was delicious, but you doubted Dr. Lee would make any sort of move while someone else was in the room.

Dr. Kim took his stethoscope from around his neck, placing it in his ears. His hands were warm, contrasting the cool metal of the stethoscope. Some part of your mind started to wrap around the fact that his hands were big. You clasped your hands in your lap tightly, trying to quell the swirl of emotions inside of you. Would it be such a crazy idea to try and seduce him? Dr. Lee was so perceptive, he seemed to get off on turning you on, watching you squirm. You didn’t know if Dr. Kim was the same.

“Hello in there?” His hand waving in front of your face brought your attention back. You blinked quickly.

“I’m sorry, I missed that,” you mumbled.

Dr, Kim chuckled. “It’s alright, Seokmin did mention your imagination sometimes gets the better of you. I just asked if you could stand up and step away from the bed.”

You felt heat burning at your cheeks as you moved away from the bed, partly because you’d managed to space out once again, and partly because you realized you didn’t know Dr. Lee’s given name until this moment. You found yourself dizzy as you stood but you hid it well as Dr. Kim wrapped the blood pressure cuff around your arm as your mind turned his name over and over in your head.

Dr. Kim called your name gently, a little too tenderly and you gazed at him as he chuckled, clearly you couldn’t focus today.

“It must be a good day dream,” he laughed.

“I-It what!?” Some wave of panic rose in you, probably throwing your blood pressure up. You had no clue what you were worried about, it wasn’t like he could read your mind.

“Whatever you’re thinking about,” he said, amusement evident in his voice. “It seems to be distracting you a lot.”

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll try to pay attention,” you muttered. What were the odds that Dr. Kim already thought you were a total idiot?

You were guessing pretty high.

“It’s not a problem, I have a habit of being too chatty anyway,” his voice grew softer again, softer than it should have been you were sure as he tilted your chin up with two fingers. You prayed he didn’t hear the way your breath hitched. Though if he did, he didn’t show it. Two warm fingers dressed to the side of your neck, feeling your pulse. 

“Your heart really is racing.” How had his voice become a murmur so quickly? How had the mood shifted in the room so fast? You knew it didn’t help that you were worked up before anyone even came in.

And he was just as hot as Dr. Lee.

“And I thought you only did that for Dr. Lee.”

You felt yourself sway if just a bit. Maybe he really was like Dr. Lee, picking up on the little changes. Or maybe they had talked. Was he just teasing you for the fun of it, or was he actually planning on doing something about it?

You heard the door opening.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I was caught up.” The door swung closed after the sound of Dr. Lee’s voice.

“That’s quite alright, I just got started with my exam.”

Click.

“You’re right about that heart of hers.”

So they were both planning on doing something.

You were sure your expression was dazed as you glanced at Dr. Lee. His smile was warm, but already there was something smug hiding underneath. The gaze in his eyes was much more intense than you expected so quickly, though you had both come so tantalizingly close to what you wanted before, maybe he didn’t want to wait too long this time. Either way, with the two of them your mind was now spinning and you felt yourself sway again as Dr. Lee pulled off his lab coat and threw it over the chair behind you. You heard him step closer and felt his hands come to rest on your hips.

“You have to hold still for him,” Dr. Lee murmured in your ear. “Otherwise this will take much longer.”

“I-I- u-uh…” It was almost embarrassing how quickly he reduced you to a mess, just putty in his hands.

“He really does have quite an effect on you,” Dr. Kim chuckled, his fingers pressing along the sides of your neck slowly. You were thankful for the hands on your hips or you might have collapsed being between the two of them. Your mind was racing as much as your heart as you realized that this was really happening.

You couldn’t keep your bottom lip from ending up between your teeth as Dr. Lee stepped closer behind you, his hips pressing into your ass. You noticed a look in Dr. Kim’s eyes, a shift, something darker and mischievous in a look they shared as he took his stethoscope from around his neck and again.

“I want to listen to your heart and lungs again now that you’ve been standing for a few minutes.”

You felt a hand slip from your hip, tracing down your thigh.

“Just take deep breaths and stay quiet so I can hear.”

The fingers dragged back up your thigh, under your skirt and teasing the edge of your panties.

“Can you do that for me?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, much higher in your voice than you expected. A smirk tugged at Dr. Kim’s lips.

“Perfect.”

The anticipation was worse than you knew keeping yourself quiet would be. Dr. Lee’s fingers played idly with the lacy at the edge of your panties as Dr. Kim started to listen to your chest. Between his soft reminders to relax you forced deep breathes through your lungs, knowing your heart would give you away anyway. Dr. Kim moved deliberately slow, you were sure of it, moving the cold tool only small amounts at a time.

A small squeal left your lips as fingers sudden started to rub your clothed clit. He found it so quickly and with the images that had been running through your mind all day you were already sensitive to his touch. You leaned a little of your weight back against him as he teased you slowly.

“Remember, you need to stay quiet so I can hear your heart.”

You nodded quickly, your breathing already growing heavier.

Dr. Lee leaned his lips next to your ear, speaking so low he knew only you could hear his words.

“You don’t sound as if you’re quite relaxing, darling,” he purred in the velvet voice that made you swoon. “Then again I don’t think you were planning to. How is it that you're somehow naughtier each time I see you? You knew I loved those thigh highs, but garters as well?”

His voice dipped even lower. “You really are a treat, darling.”

You failed to hold in your whimpers at both his words and how his finger moved more roughly over your panties. You shifted, trying to spread your legs just a little more, desperation starting to fill your eyes as you gazed at Dr. Kim. A smirk curled his lips as he met your eye, a hand coming up to cup with your cheek with all the gentleness that wasn’t in his intense gaze.

“You’re such an impatient girl,” He chuckled. “Have you been thinking about the both of us since I stepped through the door?”

You bit your lip and nodded, holding his gaze though your cheeks were burning. You choked back your whine as Dr. Lee’s fingers trailed away from your core, almost disappointed until they found the zipper on your dress.

“Lucky for you, I don’t think either of us want to wait much longer.” A shiver of arousal rushed through you at his words as he started to slip your dress off your shoulders. His undressing of you was slow and you had half as mind to push the dress off quickly, but their soft groans as he revealed your lingerie were worth the wait. 

You only had a moment to glance at Dr. Lee’s face, taking in the hunger in his eyes, before he had you pressed against the bed. He bent you forward over it, his hand splayed out on your back and their groans as Dr. Kim spread your legs just a bit had you whimpering. You held still as you felt hands trailing up your thighs and running over your ass, squeezing the soft flesh. Only more sounds fell from your lips as you felt lips kissing up your thighs and onto your ass before you heard Dr. Lee’s voice.

“How long have you been thinking about this,” you whimpered as his fingers dragged over your clothed core. “To have you so drenched already, darling?”

“S-Since our last appointment, sir,” you breathed, feeling his grip tighten on your ass.

“I swear you’re getting cheekier,” the way the growl had started to drip into his voice already had you trembling. They both brought their lips to your skin, sucking hickies where they’d be hidden but you would be all too aware of them. You felt the snap as each garter was undone slowly by skilled fingers, then whimpering as your panties were slipped off slowly. Each of them groaned as the sat back and you felt your face burning, knowing the were taking in the sight.

Fingers started to tease at your core, dragging through your folds and gathering your arousal. Small jolts of pleasure rushed through you with every pass over your clit, sparks of arousal that you desperately needed ignited. You felt your legs trembling just a bit as you pressed your hips back subtly, hearing both of them laugh.

“You’re so eager, sweetheart,” came Dr. Kim’s voice, now clearly dripping with a lust that had you clenching and both of them chuckling again.

“She always is, aren’t you darling?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered. “Please c-” your words fell off into a moan as he pressed two fingers into you, only needing to pump them a few times before adding a third. You felt Dr. Kim’s lips back on your ass, his fingers gripping you far more roughly now as Dr. Lee purred to you, a growl rumbling in the base of his voice.

“I know you’ve been waiting for my cock, darling. Is that why you’re so ready? Why you’re already dripping?”

“Y-Yes sir,” you gasped, his fingers finding your sweet spot so quickly. You pressed your hips back onto his hand, desperate for anything they could give you. Each thrust and curl of his fingers sent tendrils of bliss curling through you. Your fingers curled around the edge of the bed and you pressed the side of your face into it, panting slightly. You felt fingers leaving your thighs and heard the sounds of rustling fabric, undressing.

“And yet you have us both so affected, darling,” you clenched around Dr. Lee’s fingers, his lips now close to your skin. “I really can’t resist you, and neither, it appears, can my colleague.”

You let out a whiny moan as the both gripped at your ass and thighs, lips sucking harsh marks. Dr. Lee’s fingers buried in your heat moved quickly and smoothly, as the coil tightened in the pit of your stomach. You felt teeth graze over one of the tender marks on your ass and you whined pressing your hips back even further.

“You’re kinky. sweetheart,” came Dr. Kim’s voice, now much rougher than before.

“Do you want something, darling?” There was a clear smugness in his tone.

“Bite me, please sir,” you gasped, desperation evident in your voice.

You felt a finger against your clit, rubbing in quick circles, quickly followed by the feeling of teeth sinking into soft flesh, one on your ass and the other your thigh.

Your orgasm took you by surprise as it crashed over you. Waves of pleasure rushed through every inch of your body and your legs shook, loud moans falling from your lips as you gripped the bed tightly, grinding back on Dr. Lee’s fingers quickly until you were whimpering.

You panted, catching your breath as he pulled his fingers from your core. You didn’t look back but you heard a groan before strong hands gripped at your thighs, lifting one leg up until your thigh rested on the bed.

“You didn’t tell me how fucking sweet you taste, sweetheart.”

You barely had time to whimper before his face was pressed between your legs. A gasp fell from your lips as his tongue ran through your folds and teased your sensitive clit. His strokes were much rougher already than Dr. Lee’s and the shocks of pleasure rushing through you were already drawing moans and whimpers from your lips.

You could hear the sounds of undressing again, belt buckle undoing and pants sliding off, shirt slipping to the floor. You shifted to watched as Dr. Lee moved onto the bed next to you. You eyes drifted down his toned chest to the way he took his cock into his hand, your head spinning, how was the sight of him even better than your imagination?

Dr. Kim chuckled as you clenched around nothing, his tongue moving to tease your entrance. He groaned against you as his tongue pushed into you, lapping up your arousal and release. Your legs trembled and Dr. Lee grinned down at you, his fingers dipping under your chin and lifting your face to look at him as your mind started to get wrapped up in the pleasure of Dr. Kim’s tongue curling inside you.

“Push yourself up, darling,” he purred. You did as you were told, your arms trembling a little as you pushed yourself up. His fingers undid the clasps on your bra easily, slipping it off. You struggled to hold yourself up so he could see your chest. He dragged his fingers down to your neck, grinning as you moaned a little louder at that touch, before sliding his hand down to your chest.

“I’ve barely had the time to play with your breasts the way I’ve been longing to,” he groaned, a clear growl in his voice as he kneaded the soft flesh slowly. Your moans grew more whiny and you pressed back on Dr. Kim’s tongue. You felt a hand leaving your thigh and then groans vibrating against you as he started to stroke himself.

“You have such a pretty chest, darling. The curves of your body are simply enchanting.” He rolled your nipple between his fingers and you moaned louder, your arms shaking as you started to grind back on Dr. Kim’s face quickly, clenching around his tongue.

“But you like it rough, don’t you darling?” A small cry left your lips as he pinched your nipple between his fingers and tugged. You felt your legs tremble a little harder, Dr. Kim pulling back.

“Fuck, Seokmin, I need-”

“Go ahead,” he said with a smirk. “She’s dying to be filled, to be our little cumslut, aren’t you darling?”

“Yes, sir,” you gasped out quickly, moaning again as he tugged on your other nipple.

Dr. Kim stood up behind you and you moaned, your fingers curling around the edge of the bed as he gripped your ass and started to grind his cock through your folds. Dr. Lee continued to play with your nipples, tugging gently and enjoying every sound that fell from your lips.

You gasped as he pushed into you in one smooth movement. His hands found your hips as he ground his cock into you, cursing under his breath at the feeling. Your head fell forward as he started to move, every thrust sending slow tendrils of pleasure curling through you. Dr. Kim kept his pace slow at first, savouring the feeling of every inch of you.

You felt Dr. Lee’s hand slip up from your chest, wrapping lightly around your neck before pulling you up so you could look at him.

“Keep your head up, darling,” He gave Dr. Kim a pointed look who slammed his hips into you hard, drawing a cry from your lips before he set a steady pace that wasn’t quite as rough. “I want to see your face when he fills you with his cum. I want to watch as you become a complete mess for us, as every last inhibition seeps from your mind until you can’t think of anything else.”

Dr. Kim’s curses and moans grew louder as he increased his pace bit by bit, only giving hard thrusts when he exchanged looks with Dr. Lee. You never caught them quick enough, each thrust alone was filling you with waves of bliss but the hard thrusts, well angled and hitting your sweet spot sent bursts of pleasure coursing through you. Each one had Dr. Lee tugging on one of your nipples more and more roughly, only adding more to the orgasm that was building in your core.

“Fuck, Seok-” Dr. Kim’s voice was rough and low, and along with the tight grip on your hips gave way to how badly he wanted to go faster. The sound of his voice alone made you clench, only making him moan louder. You gazed up at Dr. Lee with desperation in your eyes.

“Do you want it harder, darling?” he asked, his calm voice and languid strokes a contrast to how badly you needed more.

“Y-Yes, please s-sir,” you didn’t get any further into your pleading before Dr. Kim slammed his hips into you. More curses fell from his lips as he snapped his hips into you quickly, losing himself in the feeling as he started to really chase his high.

Your arms were shaky and unstable as you tried to stay upright, Dr. Lee’s fingers on your nipple tugging more roughly and making you cry out. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightened more and more with each burst of pleasure that wrapped around you. Moans and cries climbed higher and higher in your voice, his hand pulling your hips back, pulling you onto his cock with each thrust.

Your legs shook and you struggled to keep your eyes on Dr. Lee, his gaze intense and focused.

“How badly do you want it darling?”

“I-I want him to cum in me so badly,” your voice was breathy, your words interrupted by moans. “I want to be filled, I-” A cry broke your words as Dr. Lee tugged roughly on one of your sensitive buds as Dr. Kim released into you, thrusting in hard and grinding his hips as thick ropes of cum filled you to the brim.

Dr. Kim pulled out, panting as he rested back in one of the chairs. You listened to the sounds of Dr. Lee moving off the bed. He was gentle while pulled your thigh down from the bed, but rough as he pushed your hips up onto the bed. He turned you over onto your back, lifting up your legs and pushing them apart. You could see Dr. Kim out of the corner of your eye, running his fingers through his sweaty hair and biting his lip.

“You look so good like this, darling,” He groaned, grinding his cock through your folds, a whimper escaped your lips. “Spread out for me, already dripping with cum and desperate for more.”

You gazed up at him through heavily lidded eyes as he teased you, an idea hatching in your mind. A thought, you wanted to see him come undone, fully. You wanted to him to lose himself in pleasure the way you always did.

You wanted to convince him to fuck you as hard as he could.

“That feels s-so good, sir,” you moaned, chasing his cock with your hips. A smirk curled at his lips.

“I’ve barely done a thing yet, darling,” he teased. “Your eagerness is precious.”

A beep interrupted you, Dr. Kim checked his pager and cursed quietly as he rushed to pull his clothes on. He said something quietly to Dr. Lee, the two of them chuckling before he rushed from the room. His attention returned to you.

“Hopefully there’ll be no more interruptions.”

“Or you can fuck me fast, sir,” you breathed, giving him the most innocent and desperate eyes you could muster. “I want it fast, I want it hard, I want to be so full of your cum I can barely hold it.” You could see the intensity of his gaze building, his hips a little rougher as he ground into you. “I’ve been thinking about it for so long sir, I even dressed pretty for you.” His grip on your hips tightened.

“I want ‘please, sir’ to be the only words left on my tongue.”

A gasping moan fell from your lips as he thrust into you roughly. His hips moved quickly, thrusting deep each time and the feeling very quickly had your eyes rolling back in your head at the sudden bursts of pleasure coursing through your body. One of his hands stayed on your hip, the other moved to your throat, pressing down as he gazed at you with dark, hungry eyes.

“When did you learn how to play me like a fucking fiddle, darling?” He growled. “I hope you were prepared for this.”

The angle of his hips shifted slightly and you cried out as he hit your sweet spot head on with rough thrusts that had your head spinning. Your hands scrambled for anything to hold onto on the bed, needing some sort of anchor as the feeling started to pull you under, immense pleasure building with every thrust of his skilled hips. The coil in your core was wound tight already and you were shaking desperate for release.

“S-Sir, fuck I want-”

“Not y-yet, darling,” the way he stuttered slightly had you clenching around him, another groan falling from his lips, his hips only moving faster. It gave him away, how close he was truly getting, how he was finally making him come undone the way you wanted.

“C-Cum, fuck s-sir, c-cum in me, please,” you gasped as his hand tightened around your throat, focusing every last bit of your mind on finding the words you wanted. “I n-need your cum s-so badly, sir.”

He leaned in over you, bracing a hand on your lower stomach, thumb on your clit as he slammed his hips into you as hard as he could, clearly chasing his own high now, as desperate and needy as you were.

“Y-You’re desperation is like crack t-to me, darling,” his growls were breathy now. “Your need for my cock, f-for my c-cum-”

A moan broke from his lips as he started to release into you. His own legs trembled through his final hard thrusts and thumb rubbing your sensitive bud quickly that sent you over your own edge as well.

You cried out in bliss as your back arched off the bed, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave and consuming your every sense. Stars burst behind your eyes and fingers dug into the bed as you clenching hard around him, the feeling of his cock grinding into you, his cum filling you only enhancing the feeling.

Dr. Lee was panting as he collapsed over you, his body shaky as he pressed his face into your neck, the sweet action making you almost flustered.

“You,” He spoke breathily. “Are far too smart, darling. And there’s no chance of me giving you up any time soon.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your neck. “I hope you don’t mind booking regular appointments, and a few more special consultations.”

You smiled tiredly. “That sounds perfect.”

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A Seed Hidden in the Heart Chapter 17: The One Where the Fight Begins

AN: So a few things that I would like to point out:

1) I don't know how the courts or the law works. It's great that some of you guys know how it does but I'm using this for plot only, the whole thing is completely fictional.

2) Towards the end we learn more about Mary and I try to portray it the best way possible but if any of you guys are upset in any way shape or form I'm sorry. I'm not good with the heavy stuff, I'm more fluff but I'm trying.

Thanks and enjoy!

PS: THIS is chapter 17. I didn’t know that I accidentally labeled chapter 16 as chapter 17. Sorry!

With Mr. Webster in her corner Zelda turned all of her attention to her graduating seniors. Around Christmas break she contacted an old professor of hers that was still in the area and he set it up so that her senior classes, her French 3, Russian, Italian, and Chinese, could take a college exam that her students could use towards credits earned at whatever school they choose to go to. Because the test was so intense Zelda decided to use it as their final. A majority of the test would be online but the oral report had to be done in person, Zelda graded them on the rubric that the professor sent her. She recorded and sent those to the professor for a second opinion just to cover all of her bases. Convincing Mr. Hawthorne was harder than necessary. He denied her request twice until he got a letter from her professor that allowing the students to take the test didn’t cost anything. After that Mr. Hawthorne jumped at the chance for her students to take the test. He cleared out the computer lab for an entire day so that her students could take the test. Much to the carnage of Shirley.

Apparently, Hawthorne bumped Shirley out of the computer lab so that Zelda’s students could take the exams. It wasn’t just Shirley, Mr. Thomas was also bumped and they were only bumped because they were covering for another teacher. Unlike Mr. Thomas Shirley made a big stink about it. She raised a fuss with Mr. Hawthorne but he refused to change his mind. That was probably why when Zelda brought down her sixth period Chinese class that Shirley was already there having students set up on computers with a smirk that clearly showed she knew what she was doing. Zelda didn’t even try to deal with Shirley personally, she called Hawthorne so he could deal with her. Shirley’s students, who could read the room, sat in the library so that Zelda could have her students start on their exams. As she closed the door so that her students had complete silence she saw Shirley glaring at her. She just smiled and turned her attention back to her students, they lost enough time as it is.

The day the seniors graduated meant a day off for Zelda. It was a day that she would lie in bed for a bit with Mary before enjoying breakfast with her family and then relaxing the day away with her daughter and Mary. That is how she would spend the day if she didn’t have to attend court.

Thanks to Mr. Webster he prevented Faustus for scheduling a hearing on a day that she couldn’t attend. Though she hated having to lose the day off she was grateful that she could give the issue her complete focus. She deliberately didn’t tell anyone, especially Mary, where she was really going when she left the house right after breakfast. She told her lie and kissed Vida and Mary goodbye. Mary looked at her with narrow eyes but didn’t say anything, she let her go with a soft ‘bye’. Mr. Webster was waiting for her when she arrived at the courthouse and she followed him to whatever courtroom her case was being heard. Faustus and his attorney were already there. When she entered Faustus’ gaze followed her all the way to the free table just left of the gate. Zelda ignored him, she kept her head high and face forward to the empty judge’s bench.

“All rise for the honorable Judge Methuselah.” A bailiffs voice boomed in the virtually empty courtroom but they all shuffled to their feet. An elderly man in judges robes came in with a file tucked under his arm. When he sat down everyone but Mr. Webster and Faustus’ attorney took their seats.

“Mr. Morningstar.” Faustus attorney nodded in acknowledgement. He was a clean shaven young looking man with brown curly hair that was just long enough to not be called unruly. “Your client is suing Ms. Spellman for the custody of her daughter.”

“That is correct your honor.”

“Why does your client feel the need to now obtain custody over the child?”

“Mr. Blackwood has become increasingly concerned over the welfare of his daughter.”

“What concerns?”

“The child’s living situation and the company that Ms. Spellman keeps.”

“What do you have to say about this Mr. Webster?” Mr. Webster straighten his jacket, fastening a button that had come undone.

“Complete fabrication. Ms. Spellman has every right to remain in the house with her family. And the ‘company’ that Mr. Morningstar is referring to is irrelevant to the matter at hand. What we should be focusing on is, is Ms. Spellman an incompetent parent and that answer is no.”

“It should be the courts concern when the ‘company’ that  Ms. Spellman keeps is another woman.”

“Mr. Morningstar last I checked this was the twentieth century not the 1800’s. Dating another woman isn’t a crime and seeing as Ms. Spellman and your client are no longer in a relationship, if you can call what they had a relationship, she is in every right to be seeing someone else, male or female.”

“The woman in question is mentally unstable. I have documented proof that Mary Wardwell has had a long history of mental illness and had even be hospitalized.”

“That is a complete violation of Ms. Wardwell’s privacy and the court shouldn’t even entertain this possibly illegally obtained information!”

“Enough!” Judge Methuselah banged his gavel for good measure. The courtroom went silent minus the last dull echoes of the gavel. “It appears to me that this matter requires more looking into. I’m ordering a social worker visit Ms. Spellman’s house hold in two weeks. After they file their report we will continue. Until then we are adjourned.” Judge Methuselah banged his gavel one last time before standing from his seat and leaving. Zelda remained in her seat her brain trying to work out what just happened. Was it a good or bad thing that a social worker was visiting her home? And all those things about Mary… were they true or made up by Faustus’ attorney? Faustus and his attorney walked by her table, Faustus glared at her but she didn’t acknowledge it.

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According to Mr. Webster a social worker visiting her house was no big deal. She was a competent parent with nothing to hide. The social worker would see that and would report in her favor, Plus, he would get a copy of the report so Morningstar couldn’t twist the facts. There was, however, one fact he had to look into. Mary. Zelda wanted to talk to Mary first, Mr. Webster agreed that was best and to call or email him when Mary was ready to speak to him,

Mary and Vida were in the living room, sitting on the couch while Vida read a book to Mary. Vida was stuck on a word and Mary helped her out when Zelda approached them. She sat on the arm of the couch and wrapped on arm around Mary’s shoulder.

“You’re back.”

“Mommy!” Vida tossed her book to the side and scrambled onto Mary’s lap to get close to Zelda. Mary winced a little but didn’t seem to mind.

“Vida.” Vida looked at Mary from where her head rested on Zelda’s legs. “I need to talk to you mom for a minute.” Vida huffed but nodded. She left saying she was going to work on the puzzle in the parlor. Mary scooted over to create space for Zelda. Zelda slid off the arm to the free space, draping her legs over Mary’s lap. “So how’d it go?”

“I knew you didn’t believe me.”

“Of course I didn’t. Is it over?”

“No. Faustus’ attorney managed to convince the judge enough to have a social worker visit us. Mr. Webster said it wasn’t nothing to be concerned about. However…” Zelda bit her lip. She was almost hesitant to ask Mary.

“However… what?”

“Faustus’ attorney said something… about you.”

“What that I’m immoral for corrupting you into my world of debauchery?”

“Not exactly. He implied that you were mentally unstable.” Mary’s eyes grew dark but the light that flickered there meant that she was thinking about something.

“This attorney…  his name wouldn’t be Lucifer Morningstar would it?”

“It would.” Mary nodded and took a deep breath. They fell silent for a while, Zelda not wanting to push Mary.

“One thing that we have in common is crappy mothers. My mother was apart of this church community, I think they were Mormons I can’t be sure after all this time, and would drag me to church with her all of the time. I hated it, always did, and when she realized that I wasn’t like her, devoted to the church and wanted to learn more, things that she called ‘sinful’ and ‘immoral’ she washed her hands of me. From there I had to fend for myself but she didn’t kick me out, she wanted to allude that she was still a loving mother even though we rarely spoke to each other. When I turned sixteen she pushed for me to find one of the male members to ‘court’ so that we could marry. I was having none of it, even though the boy that was interested in me was nice. I liked Adam but I couldn’t marry him, it wouldn’t be fair to him if I did. I knew for a while that something was off about me but I didn’t know what. Much like you I ran away after I graduated high school but I just ran away to the college that I didn’t tell anyone that I applied to. That’s where I met Lucifer. I still felt off but I was attracted to him enough to start a relationship.

At first everything was fine but when the next year started he became possessive. It started with changing my courses without my consent and moving my stuff into his apartment. He limited where I could and couldn’t go, not that I listened. I still attended debates and parties that interested me. At one of those debates we discussed human sexuality and that’s where I learned what was off about me. To this day I don’t know if I would call myself bisexual or lesbiean but I don’t deny my attractions which to me is more important than the label. I stupidly thought that I could share this piece of me with him. When I told him that there was a possibility that I like women he locked me in a bedroom and when I natural screamed and fought to be let out he called authorities and somehow convinced them that I had a mental disease that was left unchecked and I was a potential danger to myself and others. That gave me a one way ticket to a mental hospital. It took them a whole week of me refusing medication that I didn’t need and talking to doctor after doctor that I didn’t belong there. At that point I was done with him, he betrayed me in a way that I couldn’t ignore. I called the school and said I wanted a transfer and they helped me move to another college. I left straight there not that it did any good. He found me but I refused to be intimidated by him even as he took the same classes as I did. I left after I graduated and didn’t apply for any jobs until I arrived here in Greendale. That was the last time I saw him and I hoped to never see him again.” Zelda nodded and at some point she took Mary’s hand. She was in awe that even though they were so different they shared an almost identical past.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for? You didn’t ask for him to be a bastard.”

“I know that. I’m sorry for not asking. I realized that there is so much about you that I don’t know and I hate that this crappy situation is making you reveal this part of you when your not ready.”

“To be honest I wasn’t going to tell you. If I did have a mental illness I would have told you but since it was forced onto me I didn’t think it worthy of sharing. If there is anything that you want to know about me all you have to do is ask.” Zelda smiled and nodded. Using her free hand she cupped Mary’s cheek and brought her closer to her.

“I love you.” Zelda’s breath felt hot against Mary’s lips before she claimed them. The kiss was short and soft, Mary was smirking afterwords. “When you are ready, you need to tell Mr. Webster this.”

“I understand. Do you know when the social worker is going to come?”

“No. I’ll have to tell Hilda about it so she can keep an eye out.”

“Good. I want to be there when they came and I want to be there with you at your next court appointment.”

“Are you sure? This isn’t your problem to deal with.”

“Yes it is. Moving into this house means I’m apart of this family and Vida is family. I understand that you want to appear independent and no one here is going to deny that but there is a difference between being independent and being alone and I can tell you one thing Zelda Spellman you are not alone.” Zelda opened her mouth but closed it. She didn’t have a counterpoint to challenge what Mary said.

“You’re right. I guess since I’m so used to things that I forget.” Mary just smirked and kissed Zelda. Before it could go any further Vida came in to say she was hungry for lunch. Her hands were over her eyes, she said it was to block her from seeing something yucky. Mary gave Zelda a playful smirk before scooping Vida up and blowing raspberries all over her tiny body. When Vida cried uncle Zelda took her from Mary and they went into the kitchen for lunch.

[mldrgrl]

Not Again: Part 2

by: mldrgrl Rating: PG13 Summary: See Part 1

Part 2: Returned Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Chapter 11, Day 23:

Mulder hasn’t called her, but Scully isn’t surprised.  He has essentially left the ball in her court.  She knows though, it’s not about whether or not she stays or leaves, it’s about being a part of the conversation.  He wants her to be a part of a monumental decision he’s about to make, and that says a lot to her about the way things must have been when she left.  Something like that is not just consideration between partners and it goes beyond merely including her in his plans.

When she did call the night before, she got his answering machine.  She left him a brief message reminding him about her doctor’s appointment and gave him the time.  She doesn’t know if he’s coming or not.

She arrives early to the appointment and checks in with the receptionist.  There are two other women in the waiting area, one reading a magazine, the other filling out paperwork on a clipboard.  Just as she sits down in an empty chair on the empty side of the room, Mulder walks in.  He smiles when he sees her and she didn’t know how anxious she actually was that he wouldn’t show up until the relief washes over her.

Before he sits, Mulder takes her hand, bringing her wrist to his mouth as he bends down to invade her space.  He puts his free hand on her stomach just for a moment and then he sits beside her, still holding her hand.  The woman across from them, reading the magazine, takes discreet glances in their direction, an amused smile on her lips.

Slightly embarrassed, Scully turns to look at Mulder.  He raises their hands again and rests his cheek against the inside of her arm.

“I missed you,” he mouths to her.

“Me too,” she mouths back.

They wait fifteen minutes for Scully to be called back to the exam room.  Mulder holds her hand the whole time, and they don’t say anything.  As she changes into the paper gown that’s on the table waiting for her, he studies the charts of fetal growth on the wall.

“It’s really remarkable,” he says.

“What is?”

“Life.”

Scully slides onto the table just as the nurse comes in to check her vitals.  Her temperature is 99.2, blood pressure in the normal range, pulse a little quick, but nothing to worry about.  The doctor will be in shortly.

“Sit by me,” Scully says, glancing at the empty space next to the table, the side that’s free of equipment and monitors.

Mulder squats down on one of the rolling stools in the room and rolls up next to her, swiveling to face her.  “Will we get to hear the heartbeat?” he asks.

“Probably.”

“Will we get to see him?”

“I don’t know.”

“I have something for you.”

“What?”

Mulder digs into his jacket pocket and brings out a onesie that’s been folded into a small square.  He lets it unravel and drapes it over the swell of her stomach over the gown.  She chuckles.  It’s dark blue and in white letters reads: Party at 2am, my crib - bring your own bottle.

“It’s actually from your three fairy godfathers,” he says.  “Frohike would like you to consider Melvin as a middle name.”

“Not a chance,” she says lightly and they smile at each other.

“Have you thought about names?”

“No.”  She folds the onesie back into a tiny square and hands it to Mulder.  She lets her grip linger as he takes it.  “Have you?”

Mulder shrugs and puts the onesie back in his jacket pocket.  “I figured you’d be much better at that than I would.”

A doctor that Scully doesn’t recognize knocks on the door as she enters, Scully’s chart in her hands.  “Dana, my name is Dr. Wilder,” she says.  “Dr. Parenti had a personal matter to attend to and I’m taking his patients for the time being.  How are you feeling today?”

“I’m fine,” she tells her.  

“Good, good.  Taking it easy?”

“I am.”

“Glad to hear it.  Have you had any pain at all?  Headaches, nausea, cramping, or spotting?”

“No, not at all.”

“And how active would you say the baby is at this point?”

“He kicks a lot,” she says, rubbing the spot on her left side the baby had kicked her all morning.  “Mostly in the early morning and…”  She takes a pause to glance at Mulder.  “He’s very responsive to his father’s voice.”

Mulder straightens a little on his stool and his chest expands a little.  She wishes she’d told him that earlier, that the baby seemed to get excited when he was around.

“Let’s take a listen then,” Dr. Wilder says.  “Shall we?”

Scully leans back against the reclining table as Dr. Wilder prepares the fetal doppler.  She turns her head to look at Mulder, who’s watching the doctor squeeze a bit of cold gel onto her stomach.  She keeps her eyes on Mulder’s face as the wand is passed over her abdomen in search of the baby’s heartbeat.  When the quick whir-thump echoes from the speaker, his eyes get larger and a slow smile blooms on his face.

“He takes after me,” Mulder murmurs.

“Why do you say that?” Scully asks.

“Sounds like me when I’m drumming my fingers on the dashboard and you tell me to knock it off.”

Dr. Wilder smiles broadly and Scully rolls her eyes shut on a short laugh.  She keeps them closed and listens to the sound of the baby until the doppler is turned off.  The doctor scribbles a few notes in her chart.

“I’m going to take some measurements now,” Dr. Wilder says.  

Mulder’s phone rings and he fumbles in his pocket, grimacing an apology at both Scully and the doctor.  He quickly silences it after a glance at the screen and then shakes his head at Scully.  The doctor takes her measurements and then jots a few more notes in the chart.

“Everything looks good,” Dr. Wilder says.  “Do you have any concerns or anything else you’d like to talk about today?”

“Um,” Scully says, pushing her hair back over her ears so she can take a discreet glance at Mulder.  “I was wondering about intercourse.”

Mulder’s phone vibrates loudly in his pocket and she sees color rise to his cheeks, but she’s not sure if the embarrassment is from the interruption or the question she just posed.  He silences his phone again with a mumbled apology.

“You can take it if it’s important,” Scully says.

“Not now,” he answers, quickly.

“Well, Dana,” Dr. Wilder says.  “Though your abruption was minor and everything is going well right now, I’d advise against intercourse.”

“Oh,” she says, surprised at the rejection.  At once she feels disappointed, disheartened, embarrassed, lonely, and a little ridiculous.

“I know that’s not what people like to hear, but-”

“We’re not going to take any risks,” Mulder says.  “If it’s not safe, it’s not safe.”

“It doesn’t forbid stimulus altogether,” Dr. Wilder continues.  “Nothing rigorous, of course, but manual or oral stimulation would be permitted.”

“Oh,” Mulder answers.

Scully wants to dissolve into the table.  She can’t believe she’s actually having a conversation about what kind of sex she’s allowed to have with Mulder with a doctor she’s only just met.  It has got to be one of the most mortifying things she’s ever done.

“You can go ahead and get dressed, Dana.  Felicia will schedule your next appointment on the way out.”

“Th..uh, thanks,” she stutters.

Dr. Wilder leaves the room and Scully slips off the table.  Mulder stands up and turns his back to her, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Who was on the phone?” she asks, sorting her clothes to get dressed.

“Looks like the office.”

“Agent Doggett?”

“Probably.  But, I told him not to call me unless it was an emergency.”

“And you didn’t pick up?”

“I was a little busy.”

“Call him.”

“I’m gonna step out in the hall.”

“I’ll be right out.”

Scully dresses as quickly as she can.  When she leaves the room, Mulder is in the hall on his phone, speaking low.  When he sees Scully he nods to her and then ends the call.  His face is grim and anxious.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

“We need to go to the office,” he answers.  “Right now.”

*****

Mulder leads Scully into the basement office with a hand to the small of her back.  Agent Doggett is sitting behind the desk and Agent Reyes is standing with her back to the door, an open file in her hand.

“We’re here,” Mulder says.  “Now could you tell us what’s so damn important?”

“Would you like to sit down?” Agent Reyes asks, pulling the chair in front of the desk back and looking at Scully.

“No, thank you,” Scully says.

“Two nights ago, Billy Miles waltzed into a genetics lab in Maryland and murdered a doctor there and set the place on fire,” Agent Doggett says.

“What?” Mulder says.  “Are you sure?”

“We’ve got security footage,” Agent Reyes answers.  “It’s Billy Miles.”

“But, are you sure it’s Billy Miles,” Mulder counters.

“Oh yeah, we’re sure,” Agent Doggett says, standing and smoothing his tie as he picks up a piece of paper from the file on his desk.  “And there’s something else.  This facility, Zeus Genetics, it’s the same place that handled Agent Scully’s fertility treatment.”

“What?” Scully asks, moving forward to take the paper from Agent Doggett, but he doesn’t give it to her.

“According to your records,” he continues, “you had an appointment with a Dr. Parenti two months before your abduction.”

“Are you accusing me of something, Agent Doggett?”

“I’d also like to know what you’re implying,” Mulder says.

“Dr. Parenti is the co-founder of Zeus Genetics,” Doggett answers, finally giving the paper in his hand to Scully.  “Is that your signature there on that page?”

The form is an authorization for the implantation of fertilized eggs.  She’d signed three just like it two years ago.  The page is almost identical to the others, except for the ID of the second party providing genetic material.  She had Mulder’s ID memorized: 774521.  The ID on this form reads: AN804689.  Her signature is at the bottom, dated July 16, 2000.

“It’s my signature,” she confirms, her stomach churning.  “But, I don’t remember signing this.  Nor would I have.”

Mulder takes the paper from her and scans it quickly.  He doesn’t look at her, just passes it back to Agent Doggett.

“What does any of this even mean?” she asks.  “And what does it have to do with Billy Miles.”

“That’s what I intend to find out,” Agent Doggett answers.  His tone is almost threatening.  

“John,” Agent Reyes says, calm and quiet, familiar to Scully only in that she’d used that same tone on Mulder many times when trying to get him to keep his cool.

“Where is Billy Miles now? Mulder asks.  “Has he been brought in for questioning?”

“We don’t know,” Agent Reyes answers.  “Right now he’s a suspect at large.”

“Excuse me,” Scully says.  She feels sick and in need of the restroom.  

The tiny basement bathroom is poorly lit and airless.  It always has been.  Normally it doesn’t bother her, but today she feels claustrophobic.  She coughs up a bit of bile that’s risen in the back of her throat and then splashes some cool water on her face.

When she’s feeling more composed, she comes out of the restroom to find Mulder waiting for her.  They stare at each other for a long time.

“I think you should go home,” he says finally.

“Mulder, I didn’t sign that authorization.”

“We’re gonna dig into Zeus and into Dr. Parenti.  You need to go home.  You’re supposed to be resting anyway.”

“Please tell me you know me better than to think I’d-”

“Do I?” he interrupts.  “Because you didn’t tell me about your mother or your brother.  You knew you were pregnant for a full day and didn’t tell me that either.  How do I know it’s not just something else you withheld?”

Scully digs her nails into her palms and wills herself not to cry.  “There’s got to be an explanation for it.  I wouldn’t have signed that form.”

“I guess we’ll see what turns up in the investigation.  Go home,” he says to her one last time, before turning and heading back to the office.

*****

“I don’t want to fight with you,” Scully says, as soon as her mother opens her front door.  She’s minutes away from breaking down and her chin trembles, her voice grows pinched.  “I just really need you to listen to me right now and not judge me or turn me away.”

“Dana, I would never turn you away,” her mother says, reaching out to usher her inside.

Scully is sobbing before the door even closes behind her.  Her mother embraces her gently, but her hold is secure.  She stays there until she feels like she can speak again, but her face is a mess, eyes itchy and puffy.

“I can’t tell you everything,” Scully says.  “But, there are some things I need to tell you because I’m afraid for this baby and afraid you may have been right.”

“Right about what?”

“I may have pushed too many people away.”

“I have a feeling we both need to sit down right now.”

“That might be a good idea,” she whispers, nodding softly.  Tears still drip slowly down her face, but she’s too tired to brush them away.  Her mother does it for her and then guides her into the den and puts her on the couch.

How long it takes her to pour the story out to her mother, she isn’t sure.  It feels like it takes hours.  She tells her as much as she can about the nature of her job and the ties it’s had to her abduction, her cancer, her daughter, and this pregnancy.  She’s vague where she needs to be, but more open than she has been about what she’s seen and done with anyone than she has been before, aside from Mulder.

When there’s nothing left to tell, she goes quiet.  Her throat is raw and she feels lightheaded and weak.  She tries to excuse herself to get a glass of water, but her mother makes her stay where she is and gets it for her.  She takes the glass when it’s offered a few minutes later and her mother sits down beside her.

“Your father served a combat mission once when I was pregnant with Melissa,” she says.  “His ship was hit and half the crew was lost.”

“Dad never told me that.”

“No, he didn’t like to talk about it.  I received a visit from a Navy official a day after the attack informing me that your father was amongst those listed as missing in action.”

“Mom, that’s horrible.”

“Yes, it was.  He was recovered, thank God, on one of several boats that made it safely to a carrier ship days later.  I got a call after that letting me know he as safe, but I still didn’t hear from him for two more weeks.  And his next leave wasn’t until after Melissa was born.”

“I can imagine how worried you must have been.”

“I’m sure you can.  Your grandmother Scully was extremely helpful at the time, helping me with Billy and later, Melissa.  But, whenever I started to complain about the stress of Bill’s job on me, she told me the only thing to do was keep a stiff upper lip and remind myself that I’d married a Navy man.  Worrying comes with the territory.”

“That doesn’t make it stop.”

“No.  No, it doesn’t.  I didn’t share or understand your father’s passion for the sea, but I loved him regardless.  I don’t understand your commitment to a cause that’s so obviously impacted your life in such horrifying magnitude.  I love you regardless.”

“I know you do,” Scully whispers, staring down into her empty water glass.  

“I do understand that what you’re doing is important to you.  I never imagined I’d have to endure the same fear I used to have for your father’s safety with my own children.”

“I am sorry that it’s been so hard on you.  I don’t want it to be.”

“You are your father’s daughter.”  There’s a far off look in her mother's eye when she states this, and Scully can not tell if it’s meant lovingly or scornfully.

The conversation trails off from there and Scully realizes she’s struggling to stay awake.  She’s emotionally drained and exhausted.  She feels childish and small as she waits for her mother to make up the guest room for her.  Before she falls asleep, she feels the covers being drawn up over her shoulder as her mom tucks her in.

*****

[scriptmedic]

Schizonephilim’s experience with an abscessed tooth...that nearly killed them

Hey everybuddy! Aunt Scripty here. Today’s post is a guest post by @schizonephilim , who was kind enough to share their story of a near-fatal abscessed tooth.

I’m always welcome to posting interesting personal stories that writers can use for inspiration and details in their work, and if you have a story you’d care to share, go ahead and submit one!

Note that I haven’t edited this post for content or for grammar.

Thanks so much to schizonephilim for their openness and for sharing.

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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I’ve really been enjoying your blog!  Reading more realistic medical advice, I think, will really help my writing.  :) (Awww, thanks! ~AS)

In October 2009, I had gone to a local concert with my mom, and I was having the time of my life.  I noticed in the breaks between the two main performers that my left jaw was starting to get sore, but I attributed that to all the screaming I’d done at first.  By the time it was all over with and we had driven home, however, the pain was steadily increasing, and I realized I probably had an abcessed tooth.

That was on a Saturday.  By Monday, my jaw was beginning to swell, so I managed to get in to see my dentist, who gave me a round of antibiotics (500 mg of penicillin, 3 times a day) and pain meds.  I was in too much pain to go to work, so I called in and stayed home.  I took the antbiotics religiously, making sure never to miss a dose, and I was in so much pain that I seemingly ate the pain pills like they were candy (I REALLY don’t recommend that), but neither medicine seemed to have any effect.

Wednesday rolled around, and the swelling in my jaw (and the pain) was getting worse.  Also, my jaw was beginning to stiffen, making it harder to open my mouth to eat or talk.  I went back to my dentist, and he gave me another prescription of antibiotics (now 4 times a day) and more pain meds.  I also got a note for work for the days I had missed so far and drove it to my job so my boss could see that I wasn’t exaggerating my situation.  I remember he’d made the joke, “You sure you didn’t break your jaw?”  All I could say was, “If I had, it’d probably hurt less.”

When Friday came, my condition had deteriorated.  I could barely eat between the pain of chewing and my jaw stiffening to the point I could barely open my mouth, I mostly stayed in bed with an overwhelming desire to sleep, and I struggled to get any sleep because of the pain.  My dad wanted to take me back to our dentist, but he was out of the office that day.  His staff was in, however, and they were able to refer us to an oral surgeon in a nearby town.  I was in no condition to drive, so he took me to the oral surgeon.

As luck would have it, it was raining cats and dogs when we got there, and the oral surgeon’s office had lost power.  He still saw me, though.  Without power to his equipment, he couldn’t do much of anything in depth to look at me, but he listened to us and he could see for himself what sort of condition I was in.  He put in a call to my regular doctor to get me in, and I was off back to my hometown to see him.  Before we left, he told us that if I started having difficulty swallowing, I needed to go to the ER immediately.  (Better than waiting till it was hard to breathe, he said.)

My doctor took one look at me, listened to me and my dad (mostly my dad, because it hurt too much to speak), and prescribed three shots of Rocephin (sp?) over three days.  I received the first shot there in his office, and the next two over the next two successive days at the hospital because his office was closed on the weekends.

When Sunday evening came, I had reached the end of my rope, so to speak.  I had already received my third shot of Rocephin earlier that day, and the round of new antibiotics was just as ineffective as the penicillin.  My jaw had swollen to frightening proportions, and the lack of rest and constant pain had driven me to my wits’ end.  It was, in fact, getting difficult to swallow, but that was overshadowed by the rest.  I had my mom take me to the ER, where we had to sit for a few hours in the waiting room before ever seeing a doctor.  They were completely unable to take my temperature, since I couldn’t get my teeth far enough apart to fit the thermometer through them no matter how I tried.

I live in a small town, so we don’t have an abundance of specialists.  When I finally saw the ER doctor, he referred me to an ear, nose, and throat specialist (ENT) at a hospital about two hours away.  My brother drove me the two hours, and I arrived at about 1:00 on Monday morning.  I went through triage quickly and was put in an exam room.  While we were waiting for the specialist, a med student came in and explained that she had heard about my condition and wanted to see for herself.  I didn’t mind, since I figured if she ever saw that situation again, maybe she could learn something.  After all, it’s not every day that an abcessed tooth gets that badly out of hand.

Once the ENT came in, I finally, FINALLY, was able to get a dose of morphine, and let me tell you, the relief from having the pain eased was so sweet I wanted to cry.  He sent me for an MRI so that he could see exactly where the pockets of infection were.  Luckily, I don’t have a sensitivity to iodine like my dad does, otherwise I would have been in real trouble.  Once the MRI was over, they took me to a different room than before, and I was left to wait with my brother again.  I can’t remember if I had my second dose of morphine before or after the MRI was done; my memory is understandably a little fuzzy about that detail.  I remember hearing what sounded like a man screaming in agony in another room nearby while I waited; I imagined that he had been injured in an accident and had broken bones, but of course, I had no idea what their particular story was, and I didn’t ask.

By the time the ENT came in to see me again, that second dose was wearing off.  He explained to me exactly what he was going to do.  The infection was structured in a kind of honeycomb way, so simply opening and draining wasn’t going to work; they were going to have to scrape the infection out.  He gave me a local anesthetic, but before doing that, he explained that because the infection was acidic, it would burn off the anesthetic quickly.  I didn’t feel the incision just beneath my jaw when he made it, but every other sensation was agony.  I felt him scraping inside my jaw and neck, pushing out mounds of pus, and the smell made me want to throw up.  For those who are unfamiliar with infections of that nature, it smelled like meat that had spoiled in the refrigerator…but it was my meat, and it was right underneath my nose.  My brother held my hand through the whole procedure, and I was clenching my jaw and holding in the urge to scream in pain.

Once he was satisfied that he had gotten out as much as he could, he washed out the area with a saline solution and packed it full of what looked like gauze ribbon.  He explained to me that he couldn’t stitch up the area, since that would be inviting the infection to come back, and he left probably an inch or so of the ribbon hanging out of the incision, and taped gauze over the area to keep it covered.  He said that it was for giving the infection a path to travel out, which made sense to me.  I was given follow-up appointments and discharge instructions, along with one last dose of morphine and a prescription for more (different) antibiotics and pain pills.  It was somewhere around 3:00 or maybe later when we left, and it was about dawn when we arrived home.

It took me about another week to recover, and at least two weeks to be somewhat back to normal.  I wasn’t told at the time, but when I went to the ER in my hometown and was sent to the larger hospital, the doctor had told my mother that I had to go right then, that it couldn’t even wait until morning.  I was on the verge of sepsis, and I only truly appreciated that fact later.

One last interesting tidbit about my experience.  When the ENT was scraping the infection out, he said that he was going to send off samples to see exactly what sort of bacteria it was that had caused all this trouble.  On one of my follow-up appointments, I thought to ask about what the results had been, but the doctor, despite searching the computer database and even calling the labs at the hospital, couldn’t find any trace of the samples.  To this day, I still have no idea what bacteria had caused the infection that gave me so much hell and, if not for the ENT and the wonderful other doctors and nurses and their expertise, would have been the end of me.