Chapter 19 Leaving
"Dr. Mitchell, your presence has been sorely missed," Quinn announced, his voice echoing through the office.
Brooklyn, nursing a limp, reached the threshold of her office to find Quinn lounging in her swivel chair, a grin playing on his lips. The sight of him there, in her space, was unexpected, yet not entirely surprising.
Brooklyn had been perplexed earlier when a patient had sought her out on a day she wasn't scheduled for clinic duty. However, upon seeing Quinn, the pieces fell into place.
Leaning on the desk to alleviate the strain on her leg, Brooklyn scrutinized Quinn, her gaze critical. "What seems to be the problem?"
Quinn adopted a look of mock despair. "I'm afraid I'm not feeling well. Woke up this morning with aches and pains all over. Do you suppose I'm beyond help, Dr. Mitchell?"
A light smile tugged at the corners of Brooklyn's mouth. "And if I were to say yes, would you abandon all hope of treatment?"
"No, no, certainly not," Quinn protested, his tone earnest. "I need to stay alive, Dr. Mitchell. My life is in your hands."
Quinn reached out, taking hold of Brooklyn's arm. As he did so, Brooklyn's voice dropped to a frosty whisper. "What are you doing here? This is a hospital, not a playground."
Quinn responded with a serious tone, "Am I not allowed to fall ill?"
Brooklyn's eyes darted to the other doctors in the office, who were pretending to be engrossed in their medical records while sneakily eavesdropping. "Enough of this nonsense. We'll talk after work."
Quinn's youthful face was alight with the vibrant glow of life. "Sister-in-law, I assure you, I'm not well. If you don't believe me, listen to my heartbeat. It's racing."
As he spoke, he attempted to guide Brooklyn's hand to his chest. Brooklyn jerked her hand away, her voice a low growl. "Quinn, enough. Behave yourself."
She pondered his actions, recalling his inappropriate behavior at Kingsley Villa. 'Has he truly nothing better to do than to cause a scene at the hospital?'
Quinn shrugged nonchalantly. "Sister-in-law, if I'm not sick, why is my heart pounding so?"
Ignoring the throbbing pain in her knee, Brooklyn strode to her workstation and shrugged on her white coat. Quinn watched her, his eyes wide with intrigue. The pristine uniform accentuated her slender figure, the professional attire doing nothing to hide her allure.
As she fastened the second button, Quinn murmured, "I'm done for, my heart's beating even faster now."
Brooklyn gritted her teeth, her voice a warning. "Quinn, one more word and I'll have you escorted out."
Her declaration was loud enough for the other doctors in the office to hear. They shifted in their seats, adjusting their positions to better eavesdrop on the unfolding drama.
Quinn straightened, his voice no longer hushed. "Dr. Mitchell, you can't just ignore a patient in need! My heart really hurts!"
Brooklyn spun around, her mind whirling. 'What is Quinn playing at?'
Sienna, another doctor in the office, looked up and suggested, "Dr. Mitchell, why don't you just examine him? It's not the emergency room, but it won't hurt to check his heart rate."
Ellie Klein, a fellow female doctor, chimed in, "Yes, Dr. Mitchell, that handsome man has been waiting for you for quite some time. If he wasn't sick, he wouldn't linger in the hospital."
The two female doctors, excluding the lone male doctor, Felix Reed, stared at Quinn with infatuated gazes, persuading Brooklyn to examine him.
With a reluctant sigh, Brooklyn conceded. "Sit down."
"Thank you, Dr. Mitchell," Quinn replied, his tone triumphant.
Brooklyn retrieved her stethoscope and pressed it against Quinn's chest. "Stay still."
"Of course, Dr. Mitchell, I won't resist," Quinn promised, a smirk playing on his lips.
Brooklyn could only shake her head in disbelief.
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