"Doctors and nurses make the worst patients," Levi complained, but the way he exhaled immediately after it I could think he was getting a blow job while he was standing there.

I bit my lip hard as he released the muscles in my shoulder that had dislocated. Yes, it hurt, but that's not why I was biting my lip. Levi used his fingers so damn well. They were hot, and as he worked my damaged shoulder, it felt like a slow torture with hot stone massage added in.

Embarrassingly, all that heat drained straight from my shoulder to my cunny, tightening things uncomfortably. "Oh, god, that hurts," I moaned in mixed pleasure and pain. Levi's manual therapy must be top of his game.

I dared opening my eyes. His devil green eyes were glassy, pinpoint pupils, watching me, absolutely high and excited as he watched me react to his work. He found a particularly sore spot and I cried out, my entire body lurching from my neural response to the pain. He held it, didn't release it, didn't push further.

"I thought physiotherapy was all about exercise?" I gritted my teeth.

"It is," he replied. His voice was deep, guttural, like he was balls deep in me and I just asked him if the way I rocked my hips was working for him. "I have a master's in Osteopathy. Physio helps rebuild strength and stabilisation, but only Osteopathy treats scar tissue, nerve damage, connective tissues. What I offer is holistic care, something you don't normally get within the health system because doctors don't refer to osteopaths, and therefore, the patients don't get the manual therapy they need."

"Why did you do it?" I panted. I was trying to keep my mind off the pooling heat and the pain.

"I've studied everything that gets me what I need most," he answered.

"What's that?"

He pressed harder into that sore spot. My head jolted back, I swore. Levi closed his eyes and inhaled without expanding his lungs again. His eyelids fluttered and the heat in his fingers grew hotter. "The ability to help my patients heal faster," he moaned.

Seriously, this dude was getting off on hurting me, I swear it. I would have said something, but I was king of enjoying it too.

"Knock, knock," a female voice sang from the door. Levi didn't let go, but I used my other arm to pull the sheet over my lower half, covering the bandages across my pelvis, before the door opened. "Is it okay if I come in?" Frey queried. She was Bree's assistant and we knew each other well. She usually came out clubbing with Bree and I. Used to, I reminded myself. I wouldn't be doing that again anytime soon.

"Yes," I wheezed. "Save me?" I pleaded.

Levi released his hold on my shoulder with a snarl under his breath and went to his file. He didn't like the interruption. He kept his head down while he wrote notes on my injury. Frey placed a plastic bag on my food tray. "Bree called and told me I needed to bring you something healthy to eat and to make sure there was no pizza in this room."

"You can assure her, there is no pizza. The spawn of evil here has been torturing me since I called her, so I haven't had time."

Frey looked around the room, not sure she should trust me. "She's telling the truth," Levi conversed, still not looking up. "You can go now, I need to get back to work."

Frey blinked but didn't even hesitate. She turned and left, my thank you farewelling her as the door closed again. I would have apologised for how rude Levi was, but she was used to it with Bree. "I can keep going on that shoulder."

I winced. "It's killing me. Can we take a break? I'm worried you're going to drop from overdose any minute."

Levi smiled, his eyes lifting to my face. "Why do you say that?"

"I know what high looks like," I scolded.

Levi lifted a brow. "I'm not high on anything but loving my job, I promise. When I'm in the zone I become very focused. The more focused I am, the better at my job I get, and the faster you get to heal."

"It feels like you just ripped my shoulder apart," I grimaced, trying to move it. "It hurts more now than before you touched it."

"That's because I was interrupted before I could finish," Levi put his pen down and came back to my shoulder. I whimpered. "I know, but trust me, it will heal faster if I finish this. You can ask anyone in the hospital about me. My patients have the best recovery rate out of any other physio here."

"What's your name?" I met his eyes. He was still 'focused'.

"Levi Athen," he answered and put his hands back to my shoulder. "Ready?"

"No." He started anyway. I pressed my mouth shut on a cry, pressed my legs closed tight on the way my lower body reacted. Levi lifted his face to the ceiling a moment, his fingers growing hotter. Physically impossible, but that's what it felt like. When he lowered his face to watch me I nearly pleaded him to relieve my other need.

The longer he worked on my shoulder, the tighter my body wound, the wetter my cunny was getting. It was painful to keep my thighs presed closed when one ankle was broken, the other badly sprained, and my knee had gone through the dashboard. Let's not even talk how it was affecting my dislocated pelvis.

"You're hurting me," I pleaded. "I can't take any more." I couldn't. I needed to cum or scream or both and this was not the place for either of those things.

Levi looked down at my pelvis rocking against the bed. I knew it would hurt like buggery if I could feel it over the absolute torture in my shoulder. I was crying, sobbing, pleading for him to stop. I was sweating profusely from the pain, my body temperature soaring. It was too much without distraction. Levi's eyes came back to my face, absolute surprise in his eyes.

Taking his free hand he grabbed my cunny through the sheet and shorts. He could feel how wet I was almost instantly. I whimpered and moaned as he rubbed me, still working my shoulder. This was a major breach of moral and professional code right here.

"Oh, god, stop," I moaned. "I'm a screamer."

Levi cursed under his breath and adjusted his stance. It made me look, just a quick glance, but I could see the very clear definition of his excitement straining against its material prison. My eyes flicked up, wide open as my body tipped over the edge. I opened my mouth to scream and found a mouth covering mine, muting me.

He didn't kiss me, just used his mouth to gag me, and it worked. My body quaked on the bed and the heat and agony in my shoulder reached its upper limit and broke. I literally, amongst all my quaking, felt the heat burst open like a solar flare in my shoulder and dissipate, taking with it, the pain.

As my body sagged back to the bed Levi stepped away, eyes wide and blinking as if he had just seen god. "Wow!" He whispered. He looked over my body, still wracked with after shocks on the bed. His eyes came to my face, wide with some sort of recognition, as if he knew me. We didn't. I'd never seen him in my life.

"Seriously?" I panted. "You've never made a girl orgasm?"

"No, I've done that," he assured, as if it was a regular event. His eyes still looking my body over and his hand reached out tentatively, touching my face, as if he was committing it to memory. A cheeky grin broke on his face. "Never at work, mind you. I've always managed to stay professional." His eyes were fascinated with me.

I was so relaxed, so easy going, so nothing for a moment. I could have closed my eyes and passed out happily. "I could have your job for that," I threatened playfully.

Levi's eyes hardened. "You do that, I'll torture you without the benefit, without reward. I'll do it for the joy of hurting you and making you suffer."

"Whoa, psycho much?" I sat a little straighter in bed.

Levi's eyes calmed. He blinked as if confused. "Wait, you never had any intention of reporting me?"

I chuckled. "For giving me the best pain relief a girl can buy? Please, I'm not petty. I might actually sleep tonight because of that."

Levi looked surprised. He looked at my file then met my eyes. "You have a lot to work on. Three dislocations, thirteen fractures, twenty five areas of muscle injury, and once those burns and lacerations are healed from the seat belt, we'll need to break down that scar tissue," he listed off. "And that's only what has been identified so far. Your neck indicates severe whiplash, which is normal since the whiplash would have caused the crush fractures in your vertebrae."

"I'm not staying in hospital long enough for you to treat me for all of this. I'm going to have months of recovery ahead and I refuse to be stuck here for it," I informed him. "As soon as I get a stable diagnosis, I'm going home."

Levi smiled. "Perfect," he wrote a note in his file. "You'll need a physio and Osteopath on the outside. It just so happens I also have a private practice. I'll get your referral to me. You'll give me your pain, I'll help you heal faster and provide you with pain relief."

"Ah, I'm not letting a perverted psycho like you into my house," I decided.

Levi closed the file and considered me. "You will, because I can get you back to your job inside of six months. No one else will guarantee that for you," Levi seemed certain. "By all means shop around." He took out a card and left it on the bedside table. "Call me when you realise I'm the one you need."

Levi went to leave. He stopped and considered me. "Why do you let everyone think you are a bitch?"

"Who told you I wasn't?" I smirked. Most people at work respected me for my job, but thought I was a bitch, because I called them out for being dicks, or I wouldn't ride their dick.

"Paul," Levi answered. I exhaled. Paul was my boss. "He approached me about taking your case. He said you were one of the best and he needed you back on your feet. He told me you had the roar of a tiger, claws of one too, but if I treated right, you'd curl up in my lap like a kitten."

"Paul should keep his mouth shut," I grumbled. "He'll ruin my reputation talking like that." Paul had been my boyfriends best friend. He'd known me when I was a nice girl, before heartbreak and betrayal made me bitter towards everything with a cock.

"He said you'd say that," Levi smirked. He looked at his watch. "Well, barring your escape tomorrow, I'll see you tomorrow evening."

"Don't the physio's work mornings?"

"I prefer to work afternoons," Levi opened the door. "And I leave my favourite patients till last. I like to finish my day with a smile. Congrats, Lidia, you just became my absolute favourite patient from here on."

He walked out, closing the door. I grumbled under my breath, but I smiled just the same. I pulled my tray forward to eat whatever magic Bree organised for me and realised my shoulder didn't hurt anymore. It still pulled and twinged, but it didn't feel like someone was constantly stabbing me.

The door opened again as I finished the last wonton in my soup. Bree tilted her head as she assessed me. "Either that soup is really good or you got laid." She strut her long legs to the side of the bed. She was still in scrubs, her hair pulled up, and took a deep breath. "Yep, you smell like sex."

What was it with all the sniffing. "I had my first physio appointment."

"Okay, but I'm pretty sure sex is not one of the exercises that will help you recover faster," Bree frowned. She didn't care if I was having sex, just as long as it helped me recover.

"No, but I needed the pain relief more than exercise currently."

Bree's eyes went to the line in my arm and the morphine. She rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm removing the line. "If that's what works for you, so be it."

"You know you don't have the authority to remove my meds."

"Neither do you," she grumbled disposing of the needle and moving the machine away.

"I have the right to refuse treatment," I replied.

"Did you want to die?" She queried.

"Did I get a say in it?"

Bree turned to look at me. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing," I shrugged. "I just remember seeing weird things at the accident."

"What weird things?" Bree asked, sitting on the end of the bed and stealing one of my garlic sticks.

I focused my eyes on her. "I saw you there," I answered.

Bree cocked a brow. She grabbed my chart off the end of the bed and read it. "They had put some pretty heavy meds into you trying to keep you alive while they cut you out, so I guess hallucinations were possible." She put the chart back. "Did I do anything interesting like dance the hula, or have sex with Eric?"

True blood Eric. Alexander Skarsgard Eric.

I shook my head. "No, you just kissed my forehead, told me I was your best friend and you were not going to let me die."

Bree considered me. "Well, maybe it wasn't an hallucination then, because that is exactly what I would have done."

I smiled. "You would have smacked me across the face for trying."

Bree reached out a hand to my bruised cheek face. I winced when she traced my cheek bone. "Your face just got punched by an air bag and your cheek bone fractured. I wouldn't have smacked you across the face. I wouldn't have wanted your beautiful features ruined."

She stood up. "Anyway, I have some good news. The surgery I was just in was with your favourite neurology consult."

I pretended to puke, Bree just kept smiling. "He told me your scans today show no damage to the spinal cord, and the vertebrae and the discs remain in tact, so your spine is stable."

"What is 'he' doing looking at my scans?" I scowled.

"His job," Bree scolded. "It's good news, Poss."

"Can I go home now?" I asked.

"Ask your doctor tomorrow," Bree dismissed. She grabbed another garlic stick and headed for the door. "I'm working at S & M tonight, so I need to go. I'll call in tomorrow before the first surgery. Night."

S and M was Satirical Madness to everyone else. We'd both worked there during university. Bree still worked there as a dominatrix regularly. Me, I'd been a sub for want to be sadistic Doms. Though, no sex. They could masturbate on me, but no penetration. My books were closed now. I'd paid off my student fees by the time I finished residency. I still took random shifts for clients I liked on rare occasions. Just to help save for my own place faster. Okay, maybe one particular client. Only because he wasn't a try-hard. He knew just how to be a true dominant and exactly where he needed to stop the sadism before it got out of control. He'd been my favourite since I started. I was going to miss him.

"Night," I called.

Tomorrow. I didn't want to wait till tomorrow to go home. Still, I settled back in the bed and let the weight that had been growing behind my eyes claim me.

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I can see some NIN being used as theme music for this book. Lol