Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2012 16:07:32 +0000
From: B S <hotboy__28@hotmail.com>
Subject: Accidents will Happen - Chapter 7

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Accidents will Happen

Chapter 7

With a smile on my face I headed to my bedroom.  The need for sleep had now
fully consumed me and as soon as my head hit the pillow I drifted off in to
a peaceful and refreshing sleep.

I awoke at around 6:30pm having had a good 6 hours rest.  It was getting
dark outside and it took me a little time to wake up and figure out where I
was.  The drama of the bus crash and the excitement of Dylan had really
knocked me out.

I got out of bed realizing I'd managed to fall asleep in my scrubs and
headed for the en-suite shower.  The bedroom still smelled of sex and the
covers smelled of Dylan, his intoxicating and sexy musk penetrating the
sheets during our passionate session in the morning.

Thinking of Dylan made me smile.  As always before hitting the shower I
checked my phone and there was one message waiting for me.  I pressed the
button and read the awaiting text message.

"Hey Doc, when can I see you again?  I'm missing you so bad."

The message was sent 2 hours earlier and I hoped the Dylan didn't think I
was ignoring him.  I immediately replied, not wanting to spend a minute
longer out of touch with Dylan.

"Sorry Dylan I was asleep... the sooner I see you again the better in my
book.  I miss you already, you have me hooked xxx."

I put the phone back on the bedside table and headed for the shower.

The hot water flowing over my body felt so good. Steam enveloped the
bathroom like I had my own personal steam room.  I soaped up my tired body,
trying to jump start it into life. I took the shampoo and applied some to
my brown hair, lathering up and then standing underneath the showerhead
with my eyes closed, allowing the water to wash away the tiredness and
aches.  I stood there for what seemed like hours enjoying the feeling of
the water adjusting the temperature control for the water to counter the
now depleted amount of hot water.  With the temperature handle at full hot
and the water now starting to cool off I decided it was time to leave my
steamy refuge and go back to the real world.

I wrapped a towel around me and walked back in to the bedroom.  I looked at
the bed and the ruffled sheets and imprints and felt sad.  How I longed for
Dylan to have be waiting there for me to come out of the shower, with his
cheeky smile and hot body.  I snapped myself out of my day dream and got
dressed.

I checked my phone again.  I have a mild case of OCD when it comes to my
cell phone; I constantly check it thinking I see the flashing red light
telling me I have a message!  I picked it up and had a voice mail.  I
dialed the voicemail number, entered my pin and expectantly waited to hear
Dylan's sexy voice.

"Hello Dan, its Fred, I just wanted to let you know we really appreciated
you pulling the all nighter last night and to let you know we have enough
cover tomorrow so I want you to take tomorrow off and catch up on your
rest.  Thanks again Dan and good job you saved a lot of people last night
and you're a very fine Doctor."

The line went dead and I stood there a little stunned.  Dr. Fred Ericsson
was the ER Chief and my boss. He was usually a very stoic man and not one
to show his emotions or fluffy side but he had just left me a particularly
touching and caring voicemail.  The feeling of pride welled up inside me
realizing that this very senior Doctor had personally called and thanked me
for my efforts as well as complimenting me on my ability and giving me a
day off.

I put the phone in my pocket and went to the kitchen to see if I could find
anything to cook for my dinner.  I opened the cooler and thought I now knew
how old Mother Hubbard felt.  With a sigh I realized it was time for this
Dr to go for take out.

I went to the drawer in the kitchen where I kept the take out menus.  It
was now 7:30pm and I was famished.  I hadn't eaten all day and to my
pleasure I had had some activity that meant I'd worked up an appetite.

Before I reached the drawer my phone rang.  I took it out of my pocket and
looked at the number.  I didn't recognize it and thought twice about
answering it.  On the third ring I decided it might be important.

"Hello, Dan Thomson."

"Hello Dr. Thomson this is Jane Henderson, Dylan's Mother." The voice on
the other end of the phone announced.  A thousand thoughts rushed through
my head at this moment.  Why was Dylan's Mom calling me?  Had Dylan told
her about our session?  Was she phoning me to tell me she was going to the
Police? I was now more than a little concerned.

I mustered up the calmest and most authoritative voice I could.

"Well hello Mrs. Henderson, what can I do for you?  Is something wrong?"

Jane Henderson's voice changed at that moment and became warm and friendly.

"Oh no, sorry I hope I didn't worry you?" she said picking up on the
worried hesitation in my voice.

"No, No you're fine Mrs. Henderson, you're fine, I was just worried that
there was something wrong with Dylan" I replied trying t reassure both her
and myself.

"Oh no Dr. Thomson, Dylan is just fine, in fact he seems the happiest and
brightest he's been for a long time actually.'  She replied.

I couldn't help but smile, her comment warming my heart, knowing that I had
had this effect on Dylan.

"Well that's great Mrs. Henderson, so what can I do for you? I asked
warmly.

"Well I know this is a little late in the day and please feel free to say
no if you want but Dylan has been bugging me all afternoon about saying a
proper thank you to you for helping him today and he suggested that I call
and ask if maybe you'd like to join us for dinner tonight?"

I smiled from ear to ear.  That little devil had used his Mothers
conscience to arrange this so we could see each other again.

"Mrs. Henderson, I would be lying if I said I wasn't beat but being as my
boss just gave me tomorrow off I'd love to have dinner with Dylan and you
tonight.  What time should I come?"

"Can you be here in 30 minutes?" Jane Henderson asked.

"Sure just give me your address and I'll change quickly and hit the road."

Jane Henderson gave me her address as I heard Dylan hiss a loud "YESSS" in
the background.  I said goodbye and hung up.  Ten seconds past when I heard
the familiar beep of my phone.  I grabbed my phone again and it was a text
message from Dylan.

"Wear something sexy because I will be!  Can't wait to see you again. D
xXx"