It didn’t take long to find him.As

It didn’t take long to find him.
As my shoes squeaked down the hall, I found him at the nurses’ counter. He was watching me with the same look of contempt I had for him.
“I think we need to talk, Marcus,” I said through gritted teeth.
“I think we do,” he answered back.
“Good, let’s go for a walk.”
I didn’t even pause to wait for an answer. As I reached the elevator and pressed the button with water dripping down the sides of my face, I heard him step beside me. My hands fisted at my sides, but I remained silent. There was no need to make a scene in front of coworkers. The elevator beeped, and we entered one at a time, waiting for the door to shut.
“You stepped way over the line,” I said.
“You’ve gone too far, Jude,” he said simultaneously.
“I’ve gone too far?” I sputtered. “You nearly wrecked her in there, Marcus. Where do you get off walking in there, talking to her like she’s just another patient? Do you know what that did to her? Just the mere mention of insurance scares the shit out of her. She freaked out that they aren’t going to approve the transplant.”
His gaze went cloudy and faraway. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I walked in there and saw…and I thought…and I just—”
“You were thinking like a father, not a doctor,” I said.
His eyes jerked up toward mine.
“Look, Marcus, I don’t know what history there is between you and Lailah’s mom, but I’m not dumb enough to think that it’s all medical. There’s more going on here, and it’s deeper than this hospital. You feel something for those two, and I’m not going to fault you for it.”
The elevator dinged, and we made our exit toward the entrance to the staff locker room. I found my locker, undid the lock, and pulled out an extra set of clothes. I couldn’t do anything about the shoes, but at least I wouldn’t have wet boxers anymore. I pivoted around to find Marcus turned away from me on a bench. His posture was hunched over, like he felt defeated.
“I’ve loved Molly Buchanan since I was in med school. She’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted.”
“Does she know this?” I asked, tugging off my shirt and replacing it with a clean, dry blue one.
“Yes, she knows. It wasn’t fair—how we made her choose. I was never going to win. Who would pick the safe, boring brother?”
My eyes widened as I finished dressing and then shut my locker. “You’re Lailah’s uncle?” I asked, putting all the pieces together.
His head bobbed in a nod. “Two brothers going after the same girl is so cliché. We were from the wrong side of the tracks, raised by foster parents. Brett and I had no one besides each other. I used our personal tragedies as a way to grow, become stronger. I excelled in school and applied for every scholarship I could get my hands on. My brother did the opposite. He had a reputation that was less than upstanding.
“We met Molly the same night at a bar. I was there with some of my college buddies, celebrating the end of a semester. Brett was probably dealing out by the back door. I met Molly first, and we had a moment and a dance, but he had a way with women, and he ended up winning her heart. Five weeks later, she was pregnant, and he was gone. Molly and I haven’t seen him since, and all the while, I’ve been trying to convince her that I’m not my brother.”
“And Lailah knows none of this?” I asked as we made our way back up to the cardiology wing.
“No. I’ve been by her side since the day she was born, and she has no idea who I am.”
“Why?”
“Molly was so angry for so easily falling so easily for my brother’s lies. She’d always prided herself on being methodical and making wise choices, and in five short weeks, she was wined, dined, and knocked up. I’d tried to warn her but by the time she started to listen, it was too late. After he left, she never wanted to speak about him again, so she didn’t. Because of that, my role was reduced to Dr. Marcus. I was allowed to be around but only in medical capacities. If it wasn’t for my occupation, I would have had no involvement in their lives at all.”
“A blessing and a curse,” I said as we stepped off the elevator.
“Yes, exactly. I’ve tried to convince Molly that I’m not him, that I would never hurt her, but he broke her, and I don’t know if she’ll ever trust another man again.”
We reached Lailah’s door, and I turned to Marcus before we entered. “Keep trying. Don’t give up, Marcus.”
 

 
“It looks good,” Ms. Buchanan said with a look of hope in her blue eyes.
“What does that mean?” Lailah asked, gripping my hand as two sets of eyes watched.
“It means,” she said, looking up at her daughter, “that I think things are finally going our way. I spoke with someone at the insurance company today to make sure they had everything they needed. Everything is in order with UCLA—they will do your surgery when it’s time and I double-checked they have everything they need. I didn’t want anything to go wrong with insurance.”
Lailah rolled her eyes, and I tried to keep my smirk from showing. Lailah had said how much of a control freak her mother was, and I had to agree. Seeing the woman in action was scary. She was like a hurricane in heels.
“You seriously called them?” Lailah said, her head shaking back in forth.
“Yes, I did. This isn’t something I want screwed up by some incompetent imbecile in a cubicle. I called and confirmed. I was told that everything was in and looked good,” she said.
“You’re taking the word of the incompetent imbecile?” Lailah asked, repeating her mother’s words back to her.
“No, of course not. I spoke with someone who actually reviews the cases.”
“Oh my God, Mother, you are too much.”
“I get things done,” she stated.
“I don’t even want to know how you accomplished that,” Marcus muttered. “But it’s good to hear. Hopefully, it will mean great news for us later on.”
Ms. Buchanan had to run off to a class, and Marcus had other patients to see. After a few short good-byes, it was just the two of us again.
Lailah stared out the window, deep in thought. “Do you ever think about what our lives would be like if it was approved? If I did get a transplant and we were actually able to be together outside of this room?”
“Yeah, I do.”
She looked over at me, her blue eyes still lost in her pondering. “What do you think about?”
“I think about taking you to the pier and finally dipping those pretty toes in the Pacific,” I said with a tiny smile. “I think about Ireland and that bed-and-breakfast and all the wicked things I promised to do to you.”
A quick blush crept up her cheeks. “But what if it never happens?” she asked.
“It will,” I said with conviction.
“How do you know? How can you be so sure?”
“Because I refuse to believe that it’s not possible. Somehow, someway, we will make it happen. I’m not giving up if you aren’t,” I said.
She didn’t look completely convinced, but she leaned forward. Resting her head against mine, her sign of surrender, she let me take her in my arms.
“What’s in the bag?” she asked after a long block of silence.
“Oh, I almost forgot about my little surprise.”
She lifted her head from my shoulder, and I quickly got up to retrieve the white paper bag from the floor. I joined her back on the bed and laughed when she eagerly looked inside.
“No peeking!” I exclaimed.
She pulled back, sitting up straighter and throwing her hands behind her back like she’d done nothing wrong.
“Now, I believe you told me about one thing on your list, and I might have given you a bit of a hard time about—”
“The prom?”
“No, not that one.” I suddenly had a fantastic idea.
“You’ve given me a hard time about several. So, why don’t you just show me?” she suggested with a teasing grin.
“Fine.” I reached into the bag and pulled out the small white box.
“You got me a cell phone!” she practically yelled.
It wasn’t the newest model, but it was the most I could afford. She could browse the web, install apps, and of course, text.
“I did.”
“So, now, I can finally text my other boyfriend!” she said, smiling.
“Cute, Lailah. Really cute,” I deadpanned.
I grabbed the box, placed it on the handy tray table next to her, and gave her a meaningful look as I leaned forward. I saw the flicker of awareness in her gaze seconds before I eased her back against the mattress. My hands slid down her arms, causing her breath to hitch. I weaved our fingers together and brought her hands high above her head.
“The only man you will ever call by that title is me,” I whispered. I touched my lips to her neck and then moved them up to the sensitive skin of her ear.
Releasing our joined hands, I let my fingers move down the small curves of her body until I found bare skin where her shirt had lifted. My lips joined my eager hands and I nipped and scattered kisses across her bare skin as the pads of my fingers teased at the waistband of her pants.
“The only man who will ever touch you like this will be me,” I said with strangled effort.
This game had started out as light and playful, and now, it was turning into something entirely different. Every part of my body was on fire, needing more of her. I’d pushed myself too far, given myself too much, and now, I was dying.
She moaned beneath me, squeezing her thighs together, as if the flames were too much for her to bear as well. Gripping the edge of her pants, I curled my fingers underneath, touching her hipbone, and I gently tugged before kissing the flesh I’d just revealed.
I knew I was playing with fire. This was exactly what I’d said I wouldn’t do—not here, not like this.
Fuck, I want to.
I’m going to hell.
“Please, Jude,” she whispered. “Just this. Show me what it’s like.”
Anyone could come in at any moment. We had no privacy, yet I was still contemplating it. I wanted to give her everything, including this.
Continuing my trail, I kissed a path as I slowly inched the fabric down her hips, exposing her beautiful naked skin.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Tidak butuh waktu lama untuk menemukannya.Seperti Sepatu saya squeaked menyusuri lorong, saya menemukan dia di counter perawat. Dia sedang mengawasi saya dengan tampilan yang sama penghinaan aku baginya."Saya pikir kita perlu berbicara, Marcus," kataku dengan gigi."Saya pikir kita lakukan," Dia menjawab kembali."Baik, mari kita pergi untuk berjalan-jalan."Saya bahkan tidak berhenti sejenak untuk menunggu jawaban. Ketika saya mencapai Lift dan menekan tombol dengan air yang menetes di bawah sisi wajahku, aku mendengar dia langkah samping saya. Mengepalkan tangan saya di sisi saya, tapi aku tetap diam. Ada tidak perlu membuat keributan di depan rekan kerja. Lift berbunyi, dan kita memasuki satu per satu waktu, menunggu untuk pintu menutup."Anda melangkah jalan atas baris," kataku."Kau sudah terlalu jauh, Yudas," katanya secara bersamaan."Saya telah pergi terlalu jauh?" Aku tergagap. "Anda hampir hancur dia di sana, Marcus. Dimana Anda dapatkan dari berjalan di sana, berbicara dengan dia seperti dia pasien hanya lain? Apakah Anda tahu apa yang melakukan padanya? Hanya hanya menyebutkan asuransi takut kotoran keluar dari dirinya. Dia ketakutan bahwa mereka tidak akan menyetujui transplantasi."Tatapan pergi berawan dan jauh. "Saya minta maaf. Saya tidak berpikir. Aku berjalan di sana dan melihat... dan saya pikir... dan aku hanya — ""Anda berpikir seperti seorang ayah, bukan seorang dokter," kataku.Matanya tersentak naik terhadap saya."Lihat, Marcus, aku tidak tahu apa sejarah di sana adalah antara Anda dan Lailah's ibu, tapi aku tidak cukup bodoh untuk berpikir bahwa itu semua medis. Ada lebih banyak terjadi di sini, dan itu lebih dari rumah sakit ini. Anda merasakan sesuatu bagi dua, dan aku tidak akan ada kesalahan Anda untuk itu."Lift berbunyi, dan kami membuat kami keluar menuju pintu masuk ke ruang ganti staf. Saya menemukan loker, membuka kunci, dan mengeluarkan set ekstra pakaian. Aku tidak bisa berbuat apa-apa tentang Sepatu, tapi setidaknya aku tidak memiliki basah petinju lagi. Saya diputar di sekitar untuk menemukan Marcus berpaling dariku di bangku. Posturnya adalah membungkuk di atas, seperti ia merasa dikalahkan."Aku sudah mencintai Molly Buchanan sejak masih di sekolah kedokteran. Dia adalah satu-satunya perempuan yang saya pernah ingin.""Apakah dia tahu ini?" Aku bertanya, menarik dari kemeja dan menggantikannya dengan yang bersih, kering biru."Ya, dia tahu. Itu tidak adil-bagaimana kita membuat pilih nya. Aku tidak pernah akan menang. Yang akan memilih aman, membosankan saudara?"Mataku melebar Ketika saya selesai berpakaian dan kemudian menutup loker. "Kau Lailah's paman?" Saya bertanya, menempatkan semua potongan bersama-sama.Kepalanya nongol di mengangguk. "Dua bersaudara pergi setelah gadis yang sama begitu klise. Kita berasal dari sisi yang salah dari trek, dibesarkan oleh orangtua angkat. Brett dan tidak ada seorang pun selain satu sama lain. Saya menggunakan tragedi pribadi kami sebagai cara untuk tumbuh, menjadi lebih kuat. Aku unggul dalam sekolah dan diterapkan untuk setiap pengetahuan akademis yang saya bisa mendapatkan tangan saya pada. Adikku melakukan sebaliknya. Ia mempunyai reputasi yang kurang dari terhormat."Kami bertemu Molly malam yang sama di sebuah bar. Aku ada di sana dengan beberapa teman kuliah saya, merayakan akhir semester. Brett adalah mungkin berurusan oleh pintu belakang. Saya bertemu Molly pertama, dan kami memiliki sejenak dan tari, tapi dia punya cara dengan wanita, dan ia akhirnya memenangkan hatinya. Lima minggu kemudian, ia sedang hamil, dan dia sudah pergi. Molly dan saya belum melihatnya sejak, dan sementara itu, aku sudah berusaha untuk meyakinkan dia bahwa aku bukan adikku.""Dan Lailah tahu semua ini?" Saya bertanya saat kami melakukan perjalanan kembali ke sayap Kardiologi."No. Aku sudah sisinya sejak hari ia dilahirkan, dan dia memiliki tidak tahu siapa aku.""Kenapa?""Molly adalah sangat marah atas begitu mudah jatuh begitu mudah untuk adikku kebohongan. Dia telah selalu membanggakan diri menjadi metodis dan membuat pilihan yang bijak, dan dalam 5 minggu yang singkat, dia minum, makan, dan mengetuk. Saya telah mencoba untuk memperingatkan dia, tapi pada saat dia mulai mendengarkan, sudah terlambat. Setelah ia meninggalkan, dia tidak pernah ingin berbicara tentang dia lagi, jadi dia tidak. Karena itu, peran saya berkurang menjadi Dr Marcus. Aku diizinkan untuk menjadi sekitar tapi hanya dalam kapasitas medis. Jika bukan karena pekerjaan saya, saya akan memiliki ada keterlibatan dalam kehidupan mereka sama sekali.""Berkat dan kutukan," kataku seperti yang kita melangkah dari lift."Ya, tepat. Saya sudah mencoba untuk meyakinkan Molly bahwa aku bukan dia, bahwa aku tidak pernah akan melukai dia, tetapi ia melanggar padanya, dan aku tidak tahu apakah dia akan pernah mempercayai orang lain lagi."We reached Lailah’s door, and I turned to Marcus before we entered. “Keep trying. Don’t give up, Marcus.”  “It looks good,” Ms. Buchanan said with a look of hope in her blue eyes.“What does that mean?” Lailah asked, gripping my hand as two sets of eyes watched.“It means,” she said, looking up at her daughter, “that I think things are finally going our way. I spoke with someone at the insurance company today to make sure they had everything they needed. Everything is in order with UCLA—they will do your surgery when it’s time and I double-checked they have everything they need. I didn’t want anything to go wrong with insurance.”Lailah rolled her eyes, and I tried to keep my smirk from showing. Lailah had said how much of a control freak her mother was, and I had to agree. Seeing the woman in action was scary. She was like a hurricane in heels.“You seriously called them?” Lailah said, her head shaking back in forth.“Yes, I did. This isn’t something I want screwed up by some incompetent imbecile in a cubicle. I called and confirmed. I was told that everything was in and looked good,” she said.“You’re taking the word of the incompetent imbecile?” Lailah asked, repeating her mother’s words back to her.“No, of course not. I spoke with someone who actually reviews the cases.”“Oh my God, Mother, you are too much.”“I get things done,” she stated.“I don’t even want to know how you accomplished that,” Marcus muttered. “But it’s good to hear. Hopefully, it will mean great news for us later on.”Ms. Buchanan had to run off to a class, and Marcus had other patients to see. After a few short good-byes, it was just the two of us again.Lailah stared out the window, deep in thought. “Do you ever think about what our lives would be like if it was approved? If I did get a transplant and we were actually able to be together outside of this room?”“Yeah, I do.”She looked over at me, her blue eyes still lost in her pondering. “What do you think about?”“I think about taking you to the pier and finally dipping those pretty toes in the Pacific,” I said with a tiny smile. “I think about Ireland and that bed-and-breakfast and all the wicked things I promised to do to you.”A quick blush crept up her cheeks. “But what if it never happens?” she asked.“It will,” I said with conviction.“How do you know? How can you be so sure?”“Because I refuse to believe that it’s not possible. Somehow, someway, we will make it happen. I’m not giving up if you aren’t,” I said.She didn’t look completely convinced, but she leaned forward. Resting her head against mine, her sign of surrender, she let me take her in my arms.“What’s in the bag?” she asked after a long block of silence.“Oh, I almost forgot about my little surprise.”She lifted her head from my shoulder, and I quickly got up to retrieve the white paper bag from the floor. I joined her back on the bed and laughed when she eagerly looked inside.“No peeking!” I exclaimed.She pulled back, sitting up straighter and throwing her hands behind her back like she’d done nothing wrong.“Now, I believe you told me about one thing on your list, and I might have given you a bit of a hard time about—”“The prom?”“No, not that one.” I suddenly had a fantastic idea.“You’ve given me a hard time about several. So, why don’t you just show me?” she suggested with a teasing grin.“Fine.” I reached into the bag and pulled out the small white box.“You got me a cell phone!” she practically yelled.It wasn’t the newest model, but it was the most I could afford. She could browse the web, install apps, and of course, text.“I did.”“So, now, I can finally text my other boyfriend!” she said, smiling.“Cute, Lailah. Really cute,” I deadpanned.I grabbed the box, placed it on the handy tray table next to her, and gave her a meaningful look as I leaned forward. I saw the flicker of awareness in her gaze seconds before I eased her back against the mattress. My hands slid down her arms, causing her breath to hitch. I weaved our fingers together and brought her hands high above her head.“The only man you will ever call by that title is me,” I whispered. I touched my lips to her neck and then moved them up to the sensitive skin of her ear.Releasing our joined hands, I let my fingers move down the small curves of her body until I found bare skin where her shirt had lifted. My lips joined my eager hands and I nipped and scattered kisses across her bare skin as the pads of my fingers teased at the waistband of her pants.
“The only man who will ever touch you like this will be me,” I said with strangled effort.
This game had started out as light and playful, and now, it was turning into something entirely different. Every part of my body was on fire, needing more of her. I’d pushed myself too far, given myself too much, and now, I was dying.
She moaned beneath me, squeezing her thighs together, as if the flames were too much for her to bear as well. Gripping the edge of her pants, I curled my fingers underneath, touching her hipbone, and I gently tugged before kissing the flesh I’d just revealed.
I knew I was playing with fire. This was exactly what I’d said I wouldn’t do—not here, not like this.
Fuck, I want to.
I’m going to hell.
“Please, Jude,” she whispered. “Just this. Show me what it’s like.”
Anyone could come in at any moment. We had no privacy, yet I was still contemplating it. I wanted to give her everything, including this.
Continuing my trail, I kissed a path as I slowly inched the fabric down her hips, exposing her beautiful naked skin.