Free Yes, Master by Margaret McHeyzer

mind’s going crazy with ‘what if’ scenarios. My breath’s coming out in short gasps and my stomach’s begins to spasm just thinking about how worthless I feel because I can’t help Lucy.
    I fall to my knees beside her bed and smooth her hair back from her petite and colorless face.
    “The doctor will be here soon, Lani,” I whisper to her.
    “Can I go to the beach?” she moans as she turns over to face away from me.
    I look at the clock and it’s 7.14pm.
    Shit, they’re taking too long to get here. If Mason and Stella aren’t here in the next few minutes I’m taking Lucy to the hospital.
    I jump up and grab my keys and Lucy’s bag, just preparing myself for the moment I need to get her there.
    I open the front door to put her back pack in the car, and I notice a very sleek red Lexus pull into my driveway behind my truck.
    Mason leaps out of the passenger side and he opens the back door and gets a black medical bag out.
    Stella is out of the car and walking toward me with haste.
    “Where is she?” Stella wastes no time in asking for Lucy.
    “She’s in my room, her fever has reached 103.1 when I last checked, and now she’s hallucinating.” I lead Stella into my room, and for one selfish moment I wish that I was leading her there for a totally different reason than to help Lucy.
    As I step aside and let her in, I can’t help but rake my eyes over her body. She’s dressed in fitted jeans that hug her ass so tight that my cock twitches against my boxer briefs. I follow her leg line all the way to the floor, and notice she’s wearing a pair of pink ballet flats.  
    I wish that her legs were wrapping around me as I push her up against the wall.
    “Ryan?” I look over to Stella and half her mouth is curved up in a smile.
    “Sorry, what?” I ask ashamed for being caught with images of Stella fucking me.
    “I said, how quickly did her fever come on?” Stella asks as she takes her stethoscope out of her bag that Mason’s brought into the room.
    Stella keeps watching Lucy shivering on the bed.
    “It happened really fast. She was fine when I picked her up from her mom’s and by the time we got to dinner she said her throat was hurting. It’s really only been a couple of hours.”
    “Her body’s shaking like this because the fever came on so rapidly. She’s having febrile convulsions because her body’s gone into shock and trying to fight the onset of the fever. She’ll be okay but we need to lower the fever fairly quickly,” Stella says as she turns her body back to my incredibly ill daughter that’s lying still on my bed.
    I step closer to watch Stella, but Mason puts his hand on my shoulder.
    “Let her work, Lucy’s in good hands.”
    I step back and go to the opposite wall and watch as Stella exams Lucy.
    Lucy moans and mumbles a little, but nothing that’s audible.
    “She’s a pediatrician,” Mason whispers in my ear as I watch Stella work.
    Standing next to me, he entwines our fingers together and steps closer to me, closing the gap between us.
    Stella looks over and smiles but lifts one eyebrow to us.
    “Ryan, is Lucy allergic to penicillin?”
    I shake my head no.
    “Mason, take my car and go the pharmacy. Here’s a prescription, and get some Tylenol, too.” She carries a certain tone of dominance as she speaks with Mason.
    He let’s go of my hand and walks over to Stella and takes the prescription.  
    When he’s out of the room Stella stands from the bed and in a few steps is in front of me.
    “Ryan, Lucy has tonsillitis. They’re really quite inflamed, which is what’s causing the fever. Ordinarily I would be saying that I’d just let her body fight the infection with the prescription that Mason’s bringing back. But she’s quite bad and I need your permission to give her a shot of penicillin to get her started toward recovery.” She puts her hand on my shoulder and instantly my body calms under her touch.
    “Yeah, of course,” is the only thing that stumbles out