Forceps Tweezers

The man leads me to a room not much bigger than the cell I have been living in. In it, is a small bed, looking much softer than the one I have been sleeping on, and a table full of medical supplies. He gestures for me to lay down on the bed, avoiding my eyes, and it seems that he isn't breathing. I've never personally met a dragon shifter, but I'm almost certain that they do in fact, need to breath. Still uncertain of his, along with everyone else's intentions, I eye the bed warily before laying down on my stomach. A deep breath is released from me as the pressure on my back is released, and if I weren't so frightened of the man standing only a foot away from me, I knew I would have easily fallen asleep on the soft mattress. "In order for me to cleanse your... wounds, I'm going to need to remove your dress. Is that alright?" He asks. "Yes," I mumble, becoming rather embarrassed. Not just because he's going to see my bare body, but also because of all the other scars littered across my body. I know I shouldn't feel ashamed of the scars, it's not like I earned them on purpose, but it's still embarrassing all the same. I can hear him grab a tool, probably tweezers, to remove the torn cloth stuck on my back. He growls under his breath, and I wince at both the low sound, and the feeling of the cloth being torn from my skin. He inhales, and it sounds like a low rumbling sound coming from him. "Oh my fuck," He hisses, dropping the tweezers on the ground. "I can't do this." He storms out of the room, calling a females name with his powerful voice on his way out.

Lillian LeBlanc, 17 years old, went to medical school to pursue her dream to become a doctor. She never comes across the feeling called love while she was forced to feel it, not once at a time but once by two people who were unhealthy of her childhood dream. A man whose polite behaviour and never once failed surgery earned him the title of The best surgeon in the country. County’s most eligible Batchelor and known for never-going-to get-married statement. Who could have imagined that a little girl will make him earned for the marriage he wasn't looking forward to until his eyes fell on the 3rd bench of his class. ----------- “Tell me where to kiss you to erase the memory of him from your head, and you stop seeing him,” he asked pulling her towards himself securing in his arm as she was about to run out of the room. Shuddering, she glared at him “ As far as I know neither I am your girlfriend your nor sister so you better release me, now,”. Ignoring her reminder he picked the forceps randomly between the instruments on the tray and runs its sharp end down her spine he whispered “shall I kiss you there as nerves are condensed in the spine as you know better” pulling her hair enough to make her wince in pain he kissed above her hair “or here?” He asked. “Nowhere, it will only make me look for him even more to erase the memory of your insolent behaviour,”. She tried to free herself by pushing him. “We will know once I kissed you enough, won't we? So answer me from where to start?”. Instead of getting free she was pushed against the table almost laying on it while he was hovering above. Who was the “He” she was referring to? We will know along the journey or maybe at the end of the journey of the novel. who knows? -------------- After 7 years Lillian had met the man she was least expecting to see in her life again, seeing him made her heart wrench in pain as some invisible hand squeezed it. She had never expected him to meet in the condition she witnessed.