| Fan Fiction |
by Chandra
Yet, putting on an act, Dr. Wong pulled up a chair, as he explained the element of kidney transplantation.
“Kidney transplantation is one of the most successful organ transplants we do. The patient gets a kidney; the donor continues to live a full, active life. ...”
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Bosco wrenched open the door, leaving his patient Ruby Lin inside the room with the man who had killed his family. As he shut the door behind him, his pulse hammering at the sudden sight of a young woman's trembling body.
Her head was thrown forward, her hands clenching the side of the chair against the wall in the empty hallway, her face shadowed by strands of hair that had fallen forward. Worse, her body was so still it seemed lifeless.
Recognition dawned upon immediately. Was she really that shocked to see him?
“Tavia?” Bosco hesitated, knowing she must have been terrified seeing him again after all these years. But he had to know if she was conscious and not passing out. Bosco stepped forward and pressed two fingers to her neck to feel for a pulse. She trembled beneath his touch, a shiver rippling through her.
A low cry tore from her throat as Tavia turned tearstained eyes to him. “Bo – Bosco? It’s you, is it?” Relief surged through him, because she still remembered him.
A loaded question, Bosco wanted to ask her. He met her gaze and saw the remnants of what he thought might have been tears glistening in her eyes. Was it already too late? Had Tavia forgotten him and moved on with her life? Had her heart accepted another person, and that person was not him? So many questions ran wildly inside of him that Bosco couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’ve missed you, Tavia.”
Tavia lowered her gaze and began to fidget, and his heart tugged. Unable to stand her distress, Bosco tucked a strand of her silky hair behind one ear. Just the simple contact drove him insane. Especially when a breath hitched out in a throaty sound and the passion in her eyes echoed the passion that Tavia once had for him years ago.
His heart raced painfully in his chest. Bosco was losing her; he could feel it. When he spoke, his voice was low, full of hurt.
“It seems as if you’re startled seeing me.” His voice turned gravelly, breaking. “You don't seem delighted to see me.”
Not expecting a reply, he pulled her into a tight embrace. Bosco had no idea what overcame him, except that possessing Tavia, even in some small way, drove him like a demon. He hated it, with such extreme abhorrence when an image of Tavia hugging Ron flashed in his mind.
Her arms were around his neck, his had wrapped automatically around her waist. Tavia didn’t dare breathe. What had happened? A rush of feeling swept over her. Gladness. Relief. Merriment. Tavia sucked in a quick breath as the emotions teased her brain.
But Tavia didn’t try too hard to escape, and when Bosco’s hands were on her, strong and sure and exciting, she let herself melt against him. Their bodies fit together as though they’d been designed to, and his mouth unexpectedly on hers was still a shock of wild, overwhelming pleasure, instantly seductive.
But as always, the warning voice in her head told her not to yield completely, to hold back something of herself because she knew how this would end; she knew it, because there was Ron. And how did she end in such situation? She didn’t know. And as always, Tavia ignored the warning and reached eagerly for what was offered.
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It was fairly early when Ruby woke up, and she stared around the unfamiliar bedroom with absolutely no idea where she was. The panicked confusion was mercifully brief, but it left her feeling shaky. That was a sensation she was very familiar with.
Then Ruby began to weep at the painful realization. Seeing and knowing her sorrow, Alec pulled Ruby into his arms and held her while she cried. He didn’t urge her to stop or tell her everything would be all right; crying was obviously something she needed to do. Or he needed to do. Careful of her injury, he wrapped both arms around her, rested his cheek against her soft hair, and just held her.
Alec didn’t release her. A sight of a still and slight figure on the bed terrified him. Her thin face was so colorless and immobile that it had appeared to him mask-like, an inanimate thing holding no life. Eerie and ghostly, especially with the nearby machines audibly counting off the beats of her heart to insist, with a machine’s assistance, that she was, in fact, a living creature.
“I’m reading your thoughts, Alec. I’m going to live and we’re going to be together forever.”
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Rain gathered up her purse and headed out of the hospital. The mood in the building was still jovial; many of the member staffs were laughing with victory and talking with one another after a successful surgery. Such eagerness, such hope, Rain thought.
She was sure she heard some of her new friends’ distinctive laughter. And what worst was that Rain felt obliged to pay her gratitude to Bosco for he had found her a job at the reception desk. Being a receptionist at this hospital was not a terrible job at all.
And Rain seemed to be the only person in a hurry to leave. Actually, she was asking for an evening off so she can be at the orphan house. She had not seen the children for a while and she was eager to buy something for them and she was looking forward to visit them.
The lighting on the porch in the front of and around the building was abysmal. The second she stepped out from under the overhand, the soft drizzle turned into a downpour.
Rain sprinted across the parking lot, the rain pelting her face. She used the purse to try to block the raindrops so she could see where she was going. Surprisingly, Rain didn’t feel her body soak or wet at all, because when she looked up, an umbrella was over her head, sheltering her thin body, and it was held by a man whom she had become affectionate and friendly to be with.
“Going somewhere?” Raymond flashed Rain with a charming smile. It cheered her up even in a rainy, gloomy day.
“Yeah, somewhere, but can I not tell you?” Rain bit her lips in nervousness.
The horrible feelings rushed through her as the event of yesterday came back. He had offered to take her home last night but at the end, Bosco had interjected and brought her home instead. And it had seemed as if both Bosco and Raymond were giving each other's unfriendly glares.
Nonetheless, Raymond dismissed the response as he still held the umbrella, walking alongside with her.
“What about telling me about you, I’m curious to know.”
It wasn’t what Raymond said so much as how he said it, with a warm glint in his eyes Rain couldn’t quite decipher. Was he flirting with her? No, of course he wasn’t. He was a charming and good-looking doctor. Why would Raymond be interested in her when he could have any woman he ever wanted? And probably had.
She was such a straitlaced…pathetic. Yes, a pathetic loner, she thought. Rain believed that everything about her was pitiful and hopeless.
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Chandra
07/01/07
A Preview for Upcoming Chapters
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"I don’t think I’m any stronger than anyone else.” Tavia said quietly.
There was a lull in the conversation. She could hear the wind rattling softly against the windows.
“I’ll bet you miss her and feel depressing seeing her like that.” Raymond said softly.
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“I am sorry about the nightmares, Ruby.”
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“So tell me Bosco, did you ever truly love me or only use me as a way to get revenge at my father?”
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