8 8. The girly pink scheme

CHAPTER 8 : THE GIRLY PINK SCHEME

"May I know who I am speaking with?" Eleanora was already not breathing, as her worst nightmare had happened.

The only patient under her name was Alexander Laurent, as she had been on leave for a month.

"I am Tyler, Mr. Laurent's PA. Some random doctor was sent to Mr. Laurent's room and this made him excessively furious. Shouldn't you be checking on your patient, Dr. Rosenheim?" Tyler asked from the other side.

The beast she had been trying so hard to get rid of, had come chasing her back all the way and was now calling her.

"I think the hospital would have allotted a more experienced and knowledgeable doctor in your case. This must be a misunderstanding." Eleanora tried to sound as calm as possible.

"Mr. Laurent wants you here within thirty minutes or the hospital and you will face the consequences." Tyler announced.

"No.. but you can't-" and before Eleanora could speak anything, he had already ended the call.

She looked at the time, 8.30 am, and knew that he was totally capable of bringing the hospital to its worst state if enraged.

"Good morning Ellie." She greeted herself unenthusiastically, knowing nothing good was there to expect from the morning today.

She received another call from the hospital management, rushing her to reach the hospital.

Frustrated, Eleanora wore a baby pink top and faded blue jeans, knowing how Alexander hated such girly colours as well as the girls wearing them.

'I might as well be rejected by my patient himself.' She said while looking at her feminine accessories, hoping this would put Alexander on the edge and force him to change his doctor.

She hadn't talked with Ethan since last night, and intended to ignore him even more till he accepted that he had no reasons to fight her unnecessarily.

Usually she was never the one to initiate arguments, especially with Ethan as she would always back down, but she could take no risks for Alexander's case, even if it meant not talking to Ethan for sometime.

"Ellie what's with your dress? Didn't you say you hated this pink top I bought for your birthday 3 years ago? And that jean has been rotting in your closet for eternity, then why today?" Clara said as soon as she saw her daughter wearing her most hated outfit.

"Stop asking useless questions. Ellie, sweetheart, aren't you there on sick leave? Then where are you going while wearing that apron?" Warren scolded his wife before asking Ellie as he took a gulp of his orange juice.

"Umm dad, I had some paperwork left behind. Also one of my patients needs my immediate attention." Eleanora explained.

"Isn't Ethan coming to pick you up? He pleaded with us to not let you use that scooty again." Clara said.

"No, he has some stuff to do. I'll take the cab." Eleanora didn't want to explain what happened between her and Ethan last night and felt it was better to leave the house as early as possible.

"But your breakfast-" Clara shouted from behind but Ellie had already run away.

She opted for a cab and even applied eyeliner and a faint rosy makeup, making sure to make Alexander hate her even before she could properly enter his hospital room.

Once she stepped out of her cab, she wore her mask and fake glasses, trying to reduce exposing her facial features. The tall hospital building that she anticipated coming everyday didn't excite her at this moment.

'God please let him feel so disgusted in my appearance that he pukes, has a nosebleed and shouts at me to leave the room. Let him ask for a different doctor. Or maybe even a change of hospital from my overly feminine appearance and his mental damage.' Eleanora prayed as she made way through the stairs, cursing her claustrophobia in the process for making her skip the elevator.

She took a deep breath before walking towards the VIP ward, her unfavourite pink heels echoing in the silent hallway as she took slightly wobbling steps.

'I should have worn my usual sneakers! Maybe these stupid heels were not much of a great idea-' and what Eleanora had been fearing since she entered the building actually happened.

Her heels gave away and she twisted her ankle, losing her balance while falling head on, on the floor.

"Arrggghhh-" except that she didn't fall.

Or maybe she did, but not the hard, cold floor. Instead it was all warm and firm, a muscle wall to be more exact.

"Ugghhh." She heard this growl, exactly above her head and suddenly she felt like killing herself again.

She backed off, knowing the muscle wall belonged to none other than - The Alexander Muscleman Laurent.

And it took her another moment to realise that the environment around was colder than antarctica, a result of Eleanora pressing into Alexander's wounds. She literally felt the shiver down her spine, his knotted eyebrows and ticking jaw shouting - bad omen.

"What are you doing out in the corridor?!! Shouldn't you be strictly resting in your room!!" Eleanora literally shouted at him from panik.

"I am not deaf." Alexander replied coldly, reminding Eleanora that he was definitely not someone who tolerated people shouting at him.

"Let us go back inside your room." Eleanora lowered her voice, realising whom she was shouting at.

This time, surprisingly, Alexander relented and didn't make it more difficult before walking inside, followed by a slightly shocked Eleanora.

He straightaway went inside his VIP room and the first thing Eleanora noticed was the sudden temperature drop and then the spotless white colour, something which pissed Alexander, a man who screamed black from head to toe.

'Is this why he was out of his room? The room colour? Guess he is already in a terrible mood with this all-white theme. Be careful, Ellie.

But doesn't he hate pink even more? Guess I will be kicked out soon. Goodluck girl!' Eleanora mentally calculated everything, assessing her situation.

"Dr. Clumsy." Alexander called and Eleanora answered absent mindedly, but was quick to realise the insult that Alexander had thrown at her.

Though she was quick to mask her emotions, knowing it was okay if she was angered a thousand times than the devil himself getting furious.

"Remove your shirt and lie down." Eleanora replied before turning around and dialling sister Olive, knowing that staying in this room with Alexander alone was not a safe idea.

"Sister Olive, come to Mr. Laurent's room." Eleanora said and hung up after knowing Olive was coming.

She turned around, only to realise that Alexander was watching her intently and hadn't moved even a single inch from his bed, his face completely poker.

"Is something troubling you, Mr. Laurent?" Eleanora asked carefully.

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- Kizy