The door opened quickly, revealing Dr. Mason.

"Is everything okay in here? I heard someone scream."

Dr. No-knock answered, "Everything is fine. Paisley here was just startled, that's all."

My eyes widened, and I simply stood there gaping. Who the heck was this guy?

"Alright then, I'll just leave you two to get acquainted." Dr. Mason wlaked out, clicking the door shut behind her. I stared unabashedly at the man in front of me.

He spoke first.

"Hello Paisley. I'm Dr. Bench. I'll be your new doctor."

My mouth hung open. The dude in the hallway that also happens to be creepily sitting in my room on my bed is my new doctor.

What did I do to piss off fate this bad??

I realized Dr. Bench was starting at my with a raised eyebrow, waiting for me to say something.

"Um, yes. That's, well...I mean. Wonderful?"

My face turned bright red due the the word vomit I had just let out. Dr. Bench chuckled, and I shivered at the deep sound. My face burned brighter.

"Paisley if you could please come over here, I really do need to make sure there's no major bruising." I swallowed and shuffled over to the bed.

"Alright please lay down on your stomache, and I'll be quick," Dr. Bench said. I did as he asked, my head resting on my arms.

I didn't dare breathe as I felt my shirt being lifted. I felt warm strong hands sweeping across my back slowly. Pausing and pressing down in some places.

"Paisly I'm going to unclip the back of your bra, alright?"

I was glad I was lying on my stomach so he couldn't see the blush creeping across my face. I remembered with a jolt that I had worn a black lacy bra with red trimming. I mumbled an "Okay" into the sheets.

My chest constricted as I heard the snap of my bra coming undone. Dr. Bench's hands slid along my back. I felt tingles going through my body from where the man standing above me touched my skin. Until...

I hissed as he pressed on the skin just below my shoulderblade. "I'm sorry, Paisley. Just breathe okay? Take a deep breath for me."

I did as he said, but gasped as he pressed once again. "Shh almost done Sweetie. One more breathe."

I winced as Dr. Bench pressed, and then rolled his thumb upwards. It didn't hurt as bad, though it wasn't comfortable.

Dr. Bench stopped and reclipped my bra, pulling down my shirt afterwards.

He broke the silence in the room. "Alright Paisley, you can sit up." I did so and watched as Dr. Bench scribbled down some notes on his clipboard. He turned around and held my gaze as he walked towards me.

"So. The good news is there's no major bleeding. But did you feel that spot that hurt when I pushed on it?"

I nodded. I mean, it'd be kinda hard not to feel it, I thought dryly.

"That was a muscle that was bunched up from tension. You're under a lot of stress, which isn't good for you. I want you to try to be more relaxed. Running through the hallways is a wonderful example if what not to do," he said with a small laugh.

I ducked my head, embarrassed, as I remembered out ealier meeting in the hallway.

"Alright Paisley. I'll be back to check in you tomorrow." He smiled and walked out if my room.

I sat on the bed staring after him. What the heck just happened?