The Bully Doctor

We sat in the Emergency Room. My wife of three months, Milly, sat on the table. This had been her sixth panic attack in the three months since we had been married. This was the first one where we felt the ER was needed. Milly was short of breath and was having chest pains.

Milly was a carefree, easygoing person. She had never struggled with anxiety and honestly still never had it. It just wasn't something that she had a problem with. Well, that is until we got married. She still never seemed anxious but now for the sixth time she had woken up in the middle of the night with night sweats and in the throes of a full-blown panic attack.

We couldn't figure out the problem. Milly and I had only recently moved to area. We were initially from South Carolina, but my first job out of college had brought us here to Jacksonville. Since, we hadn't been in the area for long, Milly hadn't found a doctor yet, so she had just shrugged off the panic attacks as they went away within a few hours.

They made for a hard day at work the next day, but so far, they had been manageable. Internet research had been her tool with learning about them, even though I had been begging her to find a family physician. However, Milly was very stubborn and had so far put it off, but I knew this had truly scared her. Especially when she asked to go to the emergency room. We had rushed here and had been quickly brought back, since she was having chest pains. The nurse had already checked her over and the panic attack seemed to have ended.

I was assuming that we would be going home soon; however, we had to wait to see the doctor. The nervousness that had gripped me since she had woken me up in the middle of the night was almost gone, but I could still feel it in the pit of my stomach. See Milly and I at 22 were freshly married and out of college and to say that both of us were very naïve was an understatement. We were college sweet-hearts, meeting at a small Christian college during our freshmen year. We married within a few weeks of graduation. Couple that with just being so young and in a new town, and this trip to the ER had my nerves on edge. I just wish we had a familiar face to help us through all of this.

"Andrew?" Milly's voice brought me out of my stupor.

"Yes," I said looking up from my phone.

"I really wish I had gone to see a doctor like you asked. I am sorry I made us come all the way here in the middle of the night. I promise to not be too stubborn our whole marriage. I will call a doctor tomorrow and make an appointment."

"Baby," I said in my sweetest voice, as I stood and caressed her hair, "its okay. Don't feel guilty about this at all. I just want to know what is going on with you. To make sure you are okay."

She didn't have a chance to say anything else as a knock came on the door and a head poked around the side. "Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Roswell." The doctor said as he entered. I was suddenly taken off guard. I knew this man, my mind raced trying to place him, trying to understand this person from back home here in the hospital. The doctor was my older brother's good friend, Brad Freeman. The guy who had tormented me since I was old enough to remember.

"Andrew, Andrew Roswell? Is that you? Man, it's a small world." I looked at him dumbfounded. I couldn't make words come out of my mouth. He reached over and grabbed my hand and shook it. "And, who is this buddy?" he asked motioning toward my wife.

"This is my wife, Milly." I stammered.

"It's so nice to meet you. What are you guys doing in town?" he asked casually.

"I....We... We moved here for work after we got married," I stuttered.

"Wow, that makes this a really small world. I am so glad to see a familiar face here in Jacksonville. Your brother never mentioned that you had moved here. But anyway, let me get back to my job." He smiled, and then looked over at Milly. "And Milly it says here that you are complaining of chest pains and shortness of breath, but think this may just have been a panic attack. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"How are you feeling now?"

"Fine, the shortness of breath stopped before we got here and my chest doesn't hurt anymore."

"Do you have panic attacks often?"

"Well, not until recently," she said, pushing her thick, curly, brown hair away from her face, "they started right after we got married. I had one the night we returned from our weeklong honeymoon and then I had another before we moved here. Since we have been in Jacksonville, I have had four counting the one from today. "

"Hmm..." Brad looked pensive and then moved closer to my wife. He looked over at me and smiled. A shit-eating grin, I remembered all too well from days back in the neighborhood, or nights when he stayed over with my brother, Kyle.

Brad Freeman had lived three houses down from me when we were in grade school. He like my brother was three years older than me, but four years ahead of me in school. He was the complete opposite of me. Where I was quiet, kind, and on the smaller side, Brad was loud, had a mischievous streak, and was the largest kid on the block. Even back then, he was a force to be reckoned with. All the kids did his bidding and all the parents seemed to love him. He always knew when to turn on the charm. I knew he had went off to college to become a doctor and I knew he had moved out of state, but to see him here in the ER was a shock. I truly felt like I was dreaming.

Even as an adult, I could tell that Brad had changed little. He was still of an impressive size, probably around 6 foot 2, with broad shoulders and dark brown hair. I knew he probably had no trouble with the ladies. I hoped his mischievous streak had ended though, because I didn't want his torment as an adult. But that smile he gave me brought back too many memories. Memories of him talking all the neighborhood boys in to skinny dipping in Mrs. Calloway's pool, only to take my clothes and run once we were discovered, so that when we all had to race to our house through the cul-de-sac and down the street, I was the only one butt-ass naked. Memories of him talking Felicia Stonewell into pretending she liked me when I was in the eighth grade and he was a senior. Only to have me find him and her in the treehouse making out when I climbed to confess my undying love to her. I eyed him now wearily.

Brad moved to Milly. He asked her to open up her mouth and proceeded to check her throat. He shined his light across her eyes, asking her to keep her eyes on his finger. He then moved to listen to her breath. He had her sit up and lifted her shirt in the back to place his stethoscope. He then slid his hand under the collar of her shirt listening.

"Milly, I believe you probably did have a panic attack. Seeing as this is not the first that you have had. I don't think this is anything serious. Now, we have one of two options. I can send you to a regular room to which I can come in tonight and we can do a more thorough exam to try to get to the bottom of this, or I can send you home tonight and you can follow up with your regular doctor tomorrow. Which do you prefer?"

"Well, I haven't had a chance to get a doctor since we have moved to town." Milly looked up to me. "But I don't really want to put anyone out. I mean Andrew, do you think it would be okay to go ahead and stay tonight and try to get to the bottom of this now?"

I didn't want anything but for us to leave right now. Although, Brad had been nothing but professional, I disliked him so much that I just wanted this night to be over. However, I did want Milly to be okay. I wanted that more than anything. I wanted to know why she was having these panic attacks. "Sure, let's stay tonight. I can call in sick tomorrow and we can just make sure that you are okay." I said, looking at my beautiful wife.

"Perfect!" Brad said, as he closed the chart. "I will get Nurse Sims to move you to a regular room. My shift in the ER will be over in about two hours and then I will come up and we can do a full examination and get to the bottom of this."

"Great!" Milly said, as Brad turned and walked out the door. I just looked at Milly. I was still sort of in a dream like stance. None of this felt real. Waking up in the middle of the night with Milly barely being able to breath. The drive to the hospital. Brad Freeman showing up and now we were going to a regular room. My mind seemed sluggish, and I could not keep up with everything going on around me. I sat back and put my head in my hands. "Let's rest until they come to move me," I heard Milly say as I breathed out trying to make all of this make sense.

By 3 am, two hours later we were in a regular hospital room. Nurse Sims had Milly change from her regular clothes and put on a hospital gown. "Take off everything and tie your gown here," she instructed. "I am not sure what tests Doctor Freeman will want run, but this way you will be ready."

"Tests?" Milly asked. I could see her eyes growing wide.

"Yes, dear. Nothing to worry about. He may just want an EKG or something to make sure nothing is going on with your heart, since you had chest pains. I am sure it will be nothing," with that Mrs. Sims brushed out of the new room.

I moved to Milly and helped her as she changed. Even though I was worried about her, as she stripped off her clothes I couldn't help but to admire how sexy she was. Her C-cup breast, an ass so curvy it was like a wet dream. I felt my member stiffen as she disrobed and asked me to help her tie her gown. I reached around and cupped her breast.

"Stop it! Not here Andrew!" Milly barked in her sternest voice. Disheartened I tied the gown and moved to the chair beside her bed as she took her spot on the bed.

We didn't have to wait for long before Brad entered back into the room. He seemed bright and cheery as he entered the room. He had changed from the white coat that he wore before and was now in scrubs and appeared as if he had just showered. The scrubs clung more closely to his body and I could tell by the swell of his biceps that Brad worked out. I don't know why I felt so jealous and cautious around him. I tried to reason with myself that Brad Freeman was no longer the boy I once knew.

"Milly, Andy, I am so glad that you both got settled. I am sure we are going to get to the bottom of this today," he said as he pulled up a stool on the other side of Milly's bed. He looked first at Milly and then at me. "Before we begin do either of you have any questions for me."

Both Milly and I shook our heads.

"Okay perfect." He pulled out a chart and then begin writing some things down. "Milly, you said earlier that you have had a total of six panic attacks, beginning with one right after your honeymoon and then having five others since your marriage. Is that correct?"

She nodded.

"And how long have you guys been married?"

"Three months."

"Okay, about what time of day have you had the panic attacks?" he asked.

"They are always at night. Sometimes they happen before I go to sleep and other times they come on me in the middle of the night after I am asleep. The ones that wake me up often seem to be the worst."

"Mmm..." he mused. "Have you noticed any particular behavior that occurs on the nights of the panic attacks? Like have you eaten the same meal, or from the same restaurant? Or maybe you watched a scary or suspenseful movie?"

"No, nothing that I can think of," Milly answered.

"How about a relaxing bath before bed or maybe..." he paused, " you are newlyweds, have you guys had sex on the nights of the panic attacks?" He asked the question as professionally as he could and I felt suddenly evasive. Like I didn't want him knowing my business. He looked over at me and smiled the smile of our childhood. I couldn't help but remember him as the bully he was.

"Actually, now that you mention it," I heard Milly say "we have had sex each night before I have the panic attacks."

"Curious," he responded as he made a few notes on the page before him. "But?" the question hung in the air, "this never affected you prior to marriage? Or with a different partner?"

"Umm...." Milly blushed. "Well, I was a virgin on our wedding night. Andrew is the only man I have...." she paused letting the words hang in the air.

"I see." Brad said. He flipped through the chart and then looked up. "It says here that you are taking Kariva birth control pills. It would be rare, but these could have something to do with the panic attacks. I assume you just started these prior to the wedding?"

"Actually, no." Milly said sheepishly, "I began taking them in high school. I had light bleeding and irregular periods. My doctor prescribed them to help me get more regular, and I have always taken the same kind."

"Hmm, well, it must be something else. I believe I will need to do a more thorough physical examination before we get to more specific tests. Milly do you mind if I untie your gown and pull it down so I can listen to your heart again.

"Wait, what?" I stammered.

"Is something wrong, Andrew?" Brad asked looking at me with innocent eyes.

"Nothing. I just didn't hear you." I stammered again.

"Oh, I was just asking to loosen Milly's gown, so I could listen," he said, holding up his stethoscope.

Brad sat his notebook and chart down on the exam table where Milly was firmly seated on the end of its gray vinyl. My heart was beating in my chest as Brad's hand moved up to the tie around Milly's neck and began to untie it. I watched him. Waiting on his smile, that damn shit-eating grin I remembered too well. But it never come. He was expertly professional. However, what I did see was Milly's flush. Her neck and face blooming red as it crept up the fair skin of her neck and turned into a maddening blush. The ties undone, the gown hung loose on her shoulders. Brad took the stethoscope from around his neck. Placed it in his ears and then took the chest piece between his pointer and middle fingers. He looked up to me and then slowly pulled out the gown. Not enough to make it fall, but just enough to make it lose. He slid the chest piece through the loose collar opening and told Milly to take a deep breath. His eyes were down. Watching the fabric of the gown.

"Keep taking deep breaths and releasing them slowly until I tell you to stop please," he said as he slid his hand down and over. Milly took a breath and let it out slowly. Then again. The fabric covering her and his hand moving with each breath. Her blush deepening as she continued to pump oxygen into her lungs.

"And hold," Brad said as she took her fifth breath. I saw him move his hand again. Sliding along her upper chest to the opposite side and moving the gown open wider. His hands tenting the fabric, his fingers seeming lower than I felt they should have been. I watched his eyes, peering down the gown to what I now surmised was a great top view of my wife's upper breast.

"And release." Milly blew out, the exhalation of her breath and movement of her body finally pulling enough on the fabric of the gown that it fell forward and revealed her breast to the room. Her nipples, small and pink, stood out as if she were cold. Her wonderful breast, sat on display, and any idea that I had that Brad hadn't seen her breast before was gone. Jealousy stung at me. Something that was solely mine before was now also his. An image on for my eyes, now belonged to my bully. He stayed professional, but I hated him. I knew him. I knew how his mind worked, how deviant he was, and how overtly crude. He said, "Again a few more deep breaths," and slid the chest piece now closer to her nipple and let his ring finger rest gently on the right nipple, as if by accident.

Milly took a deep breath and her chest raised. He kept his hand still as she breathed causing her nipple to gently rub against his finger. Her blush deepened as she again took another deep breath and his finger again rubbed against her. She continued breathing in and out, slowly. His finger casually pressing against her hardening nipple time after time. I watched as her eyes dilated from the contact. She watched Brad intently. I wondered what was going through her mind. Her face and chest flushed. I wondered if she found him attractive. Finally, Brad withdrew the chest piece. He stepped back and came around to stand in front of Milly. His eyes intently on her naked chest.

He reached out and felt her throat. Please swallow for me. His eyes seemed to be on her throat, but I wasn't fooled. I knew he was taking in Milly and all of her innocence, bare chested in front of him. Her skin flushing even more red as the scrutiny of his eyes caused her to become even more embarrassed.

"Again," he whispered, as he ran his hand gently up and down her throat. I watched helpless as his hand moved up and down on her dainty neck, the act seemingly innocent, but from my perspective seeming highly erotic. Milly's innocent eyes were watching Brad. Each green iris staring intently into my old bully's face. I could see her embarrassment, her concern, and her willingness to find an answer, all in the stubborn set of her eyes, but his eyes never moved up to meet her eyes. They stayed intently on his hand, her throat, and her chest.

Finally, after caressing her throat for far too long he moved his hand down, the back of his fingers grazing across her naked breast. He grabbed the discarded gown and gently with too much familiarity placed it back on her shoulders, as the back of his hands again grazed her breast on the upswing. I felt my face flush, but as I looked to meet Milly's eyes, I knew that she did not expect a thing.

"Good news!" Brad stated, "Your heartrate is normal and it doesn't appear to be anything abnormal with your thyroid. I would however like the nurse to come and give you an EKG, just for precaution. Andy and I will step next door while that is completed."

"Can't Andrew stay?" she asked.

"I am sorry. The hospital has a firm policy about guests staying in the room during tests and procedures." Brad walked to the door quickly and opened it up. He looked back and me and I immediately stood from my seat and followed him. I glanced back at Milly who looked nervous, but with most of the blush fading from her face.

I followed Brad out as he went to the nurse's station. There a young red headed nurse sat. Even with her hair pulled back into a neat work bun and with dark wire glasses, I could tell that she was attractive. The other nurse behind her was an older gray haired woman. "Bethany, I didn't realize you were working today." Brad said in his most charming voice. "It's been ages since I have had the pleasure." Bethany looked up with only a faint smile.

"It has!" she said more sternly than necessary. "Is there something that I can help you with today, Dr. Freeman."

"Yes, as a matter of fact you can. This is an old friend of mine from back home. His new wife has been having panic attacks through the night and I am running a few tests to see if I can find the problem. I have done a partial exam, but before I go on, I would like an EKG completed. Would you have time to complete one right now?" Brad was still talking as sweetly as he could.

"I am not busy. I will get to it." Bethany stated as she stood. I knew then why Brad was being so overtly nice to Bethany. Where before I could see how attractive she was, as she stood, I could all too clearly see where her attractiveness was heightened by an amble chest, probably a double D cup and a small thin waist. The scrubs didn't hide anything from view as she came around from the nurse's station, every stitch of the blue scrubs clung to her petite, yet busty frame.

Brad didn't disguise his appreciation of her figure as she moved around him toward the room. He looked over at me and gave me a side smile, as we both watched her walkaway, her tight ass a remarkable sight. Within seconds, however, she disappeared into Milly's room.