Woah! It was just a dream.
Another great dream with the same man, all over again.
I was left puzzled though. I'd been dreaming of the same guy since I was 12 years of age.
Not that I dreamnt of him everyday but I did sometimes, atleast once in two months or so.
What bugged me, was I had never met him.
Not once.
Before and now.
I frowned, running my right hand over onto my unruly hair and slowly sat up.
I was so confused. Lately, just this year at the beginning of spring time, I noticed that those dreams started getting sexy.
I was having erotic dreams about him and with him in my dreams, I started acting like a bitch in heat in them.
Even when asleep, I couldn't stop myself from undulating my hips against my pillow and soaking my pajama bottoms till I woke up.
I masturbated while asleep unknowingly.
Who was that guy?
I sighed and plopped down on my bed again and covered my face with a pillow.
I'm a certified shameless hussy!
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"Paging Dr. Sera, Paging Dr. Sera, please proceed to the Intensive Care Unit now. Thank you."
I placed the phone receiver down which we used for our paging system all throughout the hospital and went to the 'For Staff Only' pantry to get a cup of decaffeinated coffee.
I sat down on our lounging area, took our medical hospital magazine and started reading it.
It was a non-busy night at work. The other medical practitioners with me were busy gossiping about the latest news about our colleagues. I listened half-ear to their conversations.
"I heard the wife was the one who sent them to jail."
"Serves her right. She really is a bitch you know. She always wants to fuck men with wives".
"But the thing is, it's the daughter who saw them doing 'it' in the car." There was a lot of gasping sound after that.
"That's brutal!"
I sighed. Not a new news. It happened twice already but our colleague named Anne was always a messed-up lady. She loved to get the 'thrill' with older men, preferably married ones and now she was in trouble. Again.
Hooked up with some doctor from neurosurgery department who had a wife from a rich family to back her up and a brother for a lawyer. Such a big trouble. Anne was a good friend though. We've been friends for 4 years since I came here to work.
I'm 26 by the way, working as an ICU nurse but unmarried. Not that I was complaining. It was my choice to be one.
Hell! If you had an ex-boyfriend for 3 years who promised to wait for you after you graduate from the University, but broke your heart instead you wouldn't be wanting babies tagging with you along. My ex went sniffing for another woman's skirt. You'd probably agree that I made the right decision. He was my one true love or so he declared. We planned to get marry, have babies and all but no, he just couldn't wait to jump onto someone who gave him a taste of her pussy.
I stopped reading eventually. One couldn't concentrate with too much gasping and mortified faces around me. I went out to the nurse's station again to check my patients' charts when suddenly the phone rang.
"Hello, you've reach DM Hospital Surgical Intensive Care Unit. I'm nurse Nic-"
"Hello, is this Nicolaa James?", a deep baritone voice.
I frowned, for the voice was unfamiliar to me.
"Yes, may I know who's on the line, please?"
"It's me...", then dial tone.
He hanged up the phone.
Damn!
I placed the phone receiver down with a loud bang and took a deep breath. I was left frowning, trying to guess who that voice belongs to.
Tomorrow morning before my Night Shift ends, I would call the receptionist and have his head served to me on a golden plate for allowing prank calls inside the hospital.
Argh!
People nowadays were so bored with their lives and bothering other humans while their busy makes them happy.
The gal of that son of a...
I took a deep breath and calmed myself.
"It's me, huh?"
Hmm... Who is he?
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"You should tell him you're going to have a baby, Mina. It's his right to know."
"I don't think he will like that."
"How will you know when you won't tell him? You're both consenting adults and he's not dumb to learn that having unprotected sex with your partner can lead to pregnancy. He's a doctor. Besides, your baby needs a dad. I'm sure Tim will be glad. You've been together for 28 months now." I smiled at her reassuringly.
We sat in the vast park just across the street from the DM hospital. I was having a conversation with my best friend Dr. Mina from Pedia ICU Department.
It was past 8 o'clock in the morning and we just finished our night duties from work.
The spring sun shone brightly but the air was a bit cool. Cold season was almost over. The streets nearby were busy with traffic. We planned to go home later at 9 or so.
"How about you, Nic? Is there someone else in your life now?", she glanced at me, frowning. "Are you dating anyone particular at the moment?"
"No. I don't have time for that. I think I'm going to end up as an old maid", I gave her a long, dramatic sigh and a forlorn face.
"No, you're not!", she said haughtily and I giggled.
"Oh Nic, you're so pretty. Any guy would love to ask you out. How about Jason or Ron?"
"They're just my friends, Min."
"Dr. Yukovsko?", she asked me with dubious raised eyebrows. She was referring to our airhead assistant consultant in gastro department.
"No way! Argh! I hate that horrible guy."
"Even I would prefer anyone but him, too." She stated and we laughed together.
We were having so much fun spending time outside the hospital sharing a laugh outside of work.
No shit, no urine and no mucoid secretions surrounding us.
And no presence of blood, too.
"Let's start heading home now".
"Yes, I need to drive to-"
"Bang!"
Tires screeched, people screamed and loud sounds of metal bumping. We looked at each other then our instincts as medical practitioners came into action. We ran into the scene on the street about 50 meters away from us. Both Mina and I went to a chaotic scenario where some men were trying to pull the bleeding driver, wearing a grey colored business suit out of his wrecked car. The driver of the other car who bumped the victim's car seemed fine but he was both nervous and afraid.
Mina called the emergency services over the phone while we ran. We need an ambulance from our hospital.
"Can anyone call a doctor, please?". The guy holding the victim's head shouted.
"Doctor here! We're from the medical team!", Mina and I started performing first-aid. We kneeled beside the victim. She assessed the carotid pulse on the victim's neck.
"Brady", instinctively she started to give chest compressions after I assessed the patient from further injuries. I slightly tilted his head upward for proper airway.
"He's breathing", I declared. So I didn't give any breaths to him anymore. I checked the carotid pulse after two minutes and still his heart rate was below thirty. We didn't care for any broken ribs if he had them, as long as we could revive his heart. Again, another set of chest compressions was given. Atleast four sets of chest compressions were performed before we stopped.
We heard the siren of the ambulance nearby. I checked the victim's pulse and it was within normal range now. We placed him on the recovery position facing towards me. My hand supported his head. I took my handkerchief from my breast pocket and wiped his face which was covered with so much blood dripping from a slight head wound. There was a small slash on his temple and it was bleeding profusely. When his face was wiped out clean, I applied the handkerchief on his cut wound. That was when I got a good look at his face.
I gasped.
The EMT arrived and took over the care of the patient after Mina reported to them how the accident occured and which assistance we gave to the patient. I just kept kneeling there, held him and couldn't hear a thing. It was as if I was the only person there with the bleeding stranger. I couldn't look away from him.
He looked so familiar.
Have we met before?
Mina assisted me to stand up because I couldn't find the strength to do so.
"Nic, What's wrong?", Mina asked me with a worried frown on her face. She might have noticed that I was pale.
"He's going to be alright, Nic. Don't worry." She assured me.
I nodded absentmindedly.
The EMT ushered the stretcher at the back of the ambulance when we heard the victim whispered something in his weak voice.
"Nico-laa... Ni-co-laa..."
Mina looked at me incredulously but I couldn't turn my gaze away from him.
"Do you know him?", she asked me.
"N-no...", I shook my head.
Then after a few seconds, I answered in a whisper.
I answered the lingering question in my head to myself.
For this man in front of me and the face that I could never forget was one and the same.
"It's him".
Him.
The man in my dreams.