Iris Levain and Lucius?

Chapter - 8

The next morning, 

Dr. Harris sat at his desk, flipping through the latest test results when the door to his chamber swung open. The girl from last night strode in, her heels clicking sharply against the floor and seeing him the doctor straightened his backs without thinking.

"Can I take him away?" The girl asked without wasting any time in small talk.

Dr. Harris was thrown off guard as he blinked in confusion. He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably under her commanding gaze, "Madam, please have a seat first." Dr. Harris stood up from his seat and gestured the girl towards the Sofa.

"No need. I don't have time for this," The girl waved, dismissing his unnecessary dilly dallying, "Get to the point." 

"Madam, the patient is still weak. I was just looking at his reports before you barge… came in. If you ask me, let him stay at the hospital for at least one more day, if not more."

The woman frowned, her eyes narrowing. "Was I not clear enough yesterday? I want to take him away. He can continue his recovery at home. I can arrange for private care."

Dr. Harris hesitated, for a moment, he considered giving in. But then he shook his head, "It's for his own good. No private care can compare to what we have here."

"Because you asked me. I have assigned two nurses in his care to monitor for any sort of complications," The Doctor continued, "Though there is nothing to worry about, even nurses believe he should stay for one more day. It's just for precaution."

After the doctor finished speaking, there was a brief silence that stretched for a while before with a curt nod, she exhaled sharply. "Fine. One more day. No more."

And then without another word, she turned and walked out, leaving the doctor feeling as if he had just survived a storm.

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Without hesitation, the girl strode through the hallway, making her way to the man's room. But just as she was outside his room, she heard giggling voices coming out of the room. So instead of walking inside, she stopped at the door, listening.

She peeked inside to see two nurses standing beside his bed, their faces lit with amusement. One of them, a young woman with dark curls, leaned a little too close, her big boobs almost crashing into his face as she adjusted his IV even though it didn't look necessary.

"Ummm… You are quite a friendly bunch. A bit too friendly I must say," Instead of backing away, the man leaned forward feeling her soft boobs on his face.

"Well the doctor has asked us to give you a thorough check up. Can't go against doctor's orders, Mister…" The nurse chuckled as she saw the man enjoying himself.

The other nurse, a redhead with sharp green eyes, leaned in, biting her lip as she peeled off the bandages, revealing his toned chest and well-defined muscles. "Oh wow… You have got quite the body for a man recovering in a hospital bed."

Hearing the nurse, his lips twitching with amusement, "Is that a professional observation?"

The curly-haired nurse smiled, running her fingers gently over his collarbone, "Maybe… But between us, I think observation won't do. I should do a thorough check up and check if all your muscles are good." She playfully said as her gaze moved down, below his abdomen, "Mind if I take a closer look?"

He arched an eyebrow. "You mean closer than this?"

"But you don't hate it, do you?" The other nurse giggled, her fingers trailing near his forearm. "You know, some of our patients don't recover as quickly as you. It's rare to see someone look this good while still injured."

He let out a hoarse chuckle, "Should I be flattered?"

"Oh, definitely," The curly-haired nurse leaned in just a little more, her fingers wrapped over his biceps. "We don't usually give this much attention to just anyone."

On the other side, the red haired nurse smirked, placing a hand on his other arm, "Tell me, Mister, do you work out regularly, or are you naturally this…impressive?" She asked her fingers slowly trailing down.

He smirked. "Oh darling… I wish I could remember."

"Maybe if you let us take care of you, we can help jog your memory real quick," The red haired nurse said, rubbing his lips with her finger.

"Or at least keep you entertained while you recover," the curly-haired nurse added, winking.

The man was about to respond when the door suddenly swung open and the girl entered the room. She has had enough of this bullshit

"Am I interrupting something?" the girl spoke softly, stepping inside. 

The nurses quickly pulled her hands away. "Oh, we were just changing his bandages and checking on his recovery progress."

"I can see that," The girl's gaze flickered to his bare chest, then back to them, "Is this how you care for all your patients?" the girl asked, her tone deceptively calm.

The patient sighed, rubbing his temple. "They were just keeping me company."

"That's not their job," the girl replied coolly. She turned back to the nurse. "I assume you have other patients to tend to?"

The nurses quickly nodded. "Yes, ma'am." and they quickly scurried away.

The girl turned to the patient, arms crossed. "If you have enough energy to flirt, you have enough energy to leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" The man looked confused.

"You will be staying here for one more day, the doctor insists," The girl said with a poker face, "But I doubt you will have any problem with that."

"I don't really care about that," The man shook his head, "I have more messed up things in my life."

"How about I untangle some of that mess for you?" The girl said, sitting on the chair in front of the man.

Hearing her, the man turned his head towards her with a jolt. He blinked at her, his brows knitting together.

"Who am I? And who are you?" he asked, "Why are you here? You were here yesterday also. Do you know me? What is my relationship with you?"

Hearing his bombardment of questions, the girl pulled out a business card and forwarded it towards the man, "Take a breath, I will tell you everything," she said. 

"I am Iris Levain. CEO of Levain Industries." The girl told the man.

His eyes juggled between her and the card, "And me? Who am I?" The man asked.

Noah hesitated for a moment before offering a reassuring smile, "Your name is Lucius. And you work for me."

The man's forehead creased, "Lucius? Are you sure? I don't remember…"

"You got lost a few days ago," she said, and there it was again. That smooth voice of hers calming the man's nerves, "I found you near the lake. You had lost a lot of blood by the time I found you." 

"That's the reason your memory is… fuzzy, right now. And that will explain the pain in your head as well." She told him.

"Ugh," he groaned, pressing his fingers to his temples. "I feel like… something is missing. How did I end up in this situation?"

"That I don't know yet," The girl didn't hesitate. "Maybe you had an accident. That's why you were there by the lake."

"The place was secluded, so no one found you fast enough."

Hearing Iris, his frown deepened. The explanation felt too simple. Too convenient. But he could not argue anything against her explanation. The man could not make head or tail of his situation.

His brows knitted together as he shook his head slowly, "How did it happen? Why can't I remember anything?"

Iris reached forward, her fingers brushing against his wrist, "Relax," she murmured. "Your memory will return. You just need to give it some time."

The man stared at her, searching for something on her face. He couldn't see it, but his gut told him something wasn't right.

There was something in her smile that felt off.

After a long moment, she reached down and picked up a black duffel bag, placing it on the bed beside him.

"Here," she said smoothly. "Your clothes. I brought them in case you were discharged today. But keep them here for tomorrow." 

"Tomorrow I will come pick you up and take you home."

"Home?" His voice was sharp with confusion.

The woman didn't flinch, "Yes. Mine."

"Your home?" he repeated, the words foreign on his tongue, "Why?"

She exhaled softly, as if she had expected this reaction, "Though the doctor said you can leave tomorrow. You still need to be under care. We can do it at my home."

"But that's for tomorrow. I have something to take care of so I will be leaving," and before he could open his mouth to question her further, she turned and walked out the door.

Silence.

The man sat still for a moment, his breathing uneven. Something wasn't right. His fingers curled around the duffel bag.

"What's going on?" he muttered under his breath.

"Lucius…?" He frowned.

Was that really his name?

If that was his name… why did it feel so unfamiliar?

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