Figure out what the hell is going on

I slept restlessly. I tossed and turned all night long. Dreams and nightmares of hordes of women at my beck and call, sometimes lavishing me with all the comforts. Other times I was being crushed to **** under a mountain of crazed, supple woman flesh.

I woke the few times Dr. Chase cam to check on me. But I would fall right back to sleep due to the exhaustion.

I woke to a quiet room. My phone said it was late morning, and I that I have a text message from a new number.

"Hi John. This is Tiffany. I got your number from Bella. I hope you don't mind. I wanted to thank you for allowing me to interrupt your date and also going out of your way to make me feel better. I am really sorry for how I treated you before. I really hope you can give me a chance like you did for Bella. Maybe we can meet up soon to talk a little bit?"

Well shit. I guess she enjoyed the night as well. And she apologized! To me! Without the love potion? I don't know what did it, whether is was Bella's infatuation with me or just us spending time together without any bullying, but I got one of my tormentors to apologize. Maybe this whole situation will turn out for the best.

But I was rather enjoying my quiet morning, so I reframed from responding or texting Bella. I had other uses for my alone time, like figuring out what was going on with Dr. Cambell last night. There was no way that behavior was caused by lack of sleep like she claimed. Her behavior reminded me of how Bella acted when I first gave her the love potion, but there were some major differences.

For one, Bella never seemed to be in a trance. Her actions were always guided by the need to be the best girlfriend, but she always seemed alert, in control of her faculties. Never once had she zoned out like Dr. Cambell or even admitted to having unfocused thoughts.

Secondly, Bella has never been able to break out of her love. Sure, there was that time she sat next to Tiffany instead of me, but come on. And she was able to put being the perfect girlfriend on the back burner, but that was after I manipulated her into doing what I wanted.

Last was the how embarrassed Dr. Cambell got. When I had pointed our things that should embarrass Bella, she always acted with indifference. But Dr. Cambell was embarrassed when I broke her out of her trance. And she was able to stay away from me for the rests of the night while I had to bribe Bella to leave.

Maybe I was crazy. Maybe she was just really tired and I was just trying to make connections that weren't there. Or maybe she really was under the effect of the love potion, perhaps from coming in contact with Bella's blood? I will have to find the good doctor and talk to her before I left the hospital.

I sat around for awhile, contemplating the implications of the possibility that the love lotion was communicable. How would I go about curing everyone who contracted it, or find them for that matter?

Deciding I wasn't getting anywhere, I started my reply to Tiffany. "Hi Tiffany. You are most welcome. I'm just glad Bella was able to brighten your night. I'm sorry for what happened between you and Oliver. Just let me know if there is anything I can do to help you. I would really like to talk in person before I can say if I forgive you or not."

I really hated to put it like that, but talking over text would most likely end poorly. I really wanted us to be at least good acquaintances, maybe even friends. But I also wasn't about to forget what she helped do or let my guard down with someone who wasn't under the love potion's influence.

Her response came quick. "I understand. All I ask is for a chance. Let me know when is a good time to meet."

"I will let you know once we get out of here."

"Ok, thank you again."

I was hopeful that this would turn out to be a positive friendship, and I knew it was affecting my judgement. I shouldn't even consider talking to Tiffany since she was such a dangerous foe at school. I guess I was more **** for a genuine friendship than I realized. I had always been lonely before, but having Bella around had made me realize just how bad it felt. And having Bella still wasn't good, but it was better than no one.

Speaking of Bella, it was about time I texted her good morning. She responded immediately, seemingly super excited that Tiffany asked for my number.

I told her I had already talked to Tiffany this morning. "John Doe. What am I going to do with you? I am your girlfriend, so I should be your first priority."

Oh shit, I didn't even think of that. Damnit, she's probably really pissed. I should apologize before she gets too mad and makes things difficult. "I'm sorry Bella. I should have texted you first, won't happen again."

"Oh my God John, it was a joke. I can't be mad about you and my best friend getting along. Besides, my main priority is keeping you happy. And what better way than getting you in the pants of my sexy cheerleading best friend?"

My heartrate went through the roof. My cheeks flushed with heat as my dick shot to attention. That proposition excited the hell out of me, but the logical side of my brain was terrified. It was already going to be a mess once I cured Bella. And sleeping with Tiffany would only complicate it.

But then the lust side of my brain whispered in the back of my head, "What about a threesome? All you have to do is ask Bella and she would make it happen. She has already hinted at wanting to do that before. Besides, when will you ever get this chance again?"

No, I can't do that. I WON'T do that. I had already taken advantage of Bella enough. And there is no way I was going to take advantage of Tiffany through Bella.

My phone vibrating in my hand brought me back to reality. "I take it you like that idea? Good, because I love getting you all worked up and then satisfying you. And from what I hear, Tif is very good at satisfying." God this girl is going to kill me.

In a **** attempt to save myself, I tried to change the topic, "Uhm right, so what are you doing?"

"Haha, picturing that face you are making right now. The same one you make every time you get worked up. Just thinking about it makes me so wet for you and the beautiful cock." Oh fuck, I didn't know I could get any harder, but reading her text proved it was possible.

Another text came in. "But I'm guessing that is not the answer you were looking for when you asked. I'm sitting in bed talking to my mom. Dad left earlier this morning to get to work."

Before I could respond, someone was walking into my room which caught my attention. I glanced up to see Dr. Cambell meekly entering the room. I was surprised as she had done her best to avoid me last night.

"Hey, um, Dr. Chase had a personal emergency, so I had to come finish up the shift. I am really sorry about last night. I don't know what came over me, but it was extremely unprofessional." She was talking just above a whisper. Her dimeaner showed she was very embarrassed.

"No problem Dr. Cambell, don't worry about it." This was my chance at getting more information on what happened. I couldn't afford for her to feel uncomfortable, she might not give all the information I wanted. Humor would probably be my best bet. "I know it's hard to resist my devilishly good looks."

God, even I cringed at that. My cheeks and neck flushed in embarrassment, but I managed to get a chuckle out of the doctor. I just hoped she was chuckling about the joke and not me.

With more confidence, she walked to the bed. "Maybe it was you being a recent car crash survivor. But you are no longer a recent survivor, so sorry about your luck." Well her response was just as cringe worthy as mine and it made me feel a little better.

She proceeded to perform her examination, properly this time. We chatted a little bit, while I was trying to figure out how to ask about last night. Before I could come up with anything, Dr. Cambell spoke up. "Well it looks like all your vitals are looking good. No signs of internal bleeding at the moment, no signs of concussion. You seem to be doing quite well so we will most likely be discharging you soon. You will have one last check, but I am going to find a different doctor to perform it."

Shit, I needed to do something drastic. "Wait, why is there going to be a different doctor? I was hoping you were going to do my discharge exam."

"Well usually I would, but what happened last night was very unprofessional, and I really shouldn't be dealing with you anymore. I really shouldn't be here right now, but we are too short staffed for another option."

"Oh, I thought we kind of connected last night, so I just hoped to spend more time with you." God, I was so cringe worthy today.

"Ok John, listen to me. Last night had nothing to do with you. I didn't connect with you last night. I have no feelings for you and we need to drop this conversation."

Damn, that was kind of harsh. But straight forward. She wasn't under the effects of the love potion. Unless she saw another male between Bella's room and mine. Maybe I should follow up on my blood theory.

"Oh ok. I'm sorry, I won't bring it up again. Can ask about my girlfriend Bella?" She nodded at my question. "You said she was bleeding a lot when she came in?"

"Yes, she got a few cuts on her head and head wounds tend to bleed a lot. It wasn't anything too bad though. Actually, she was pretty much done bleeding by the time I saw her."

That didn't fit in with my theory. "Oh, I got the impression she was getting blood all over the place, like a nicked artery or something. I pictured you covered in blood haha."

"Nope, not a drop of blood on me." Then what the hell happened? I didn't really think I would find any answers from Dr. Cambell.

"Ok, well thank you for taking care of me and my friends."

"Anytime, and don't take this the bad way, but hopefully I never see you again."

My face must have portrayed my confusion. I didn't think I was that out of line.

She giggled and elaborated, "I work in a hospital? If I see you again, it's because you are in a hospital?"

Realization hit me like a truck, and embarrassment hit like the trailer behind the truck. She chuckled again and left the room.

While I was talking to Dr. Cambell, Bella had texted me again. "Oh breakfast just arrived. I talked with the nurse for a little bit. She's cute. Almost as cute as that female doctor. You should get an eyeful when she delivers your breakfast.

As if being summoned, my door opened again to a tall redhead. The scrubs hid most of her body, but her hips looked like they were too big to fit through the door, and the ass behind them made my mouth water.

Damnit Bella, you are a bad influence. I was able to pull my eyes from her delicious back side long enough to look to her face, expecting something cute with freckles.

But then I stopped. I was right about the freckles, but I couldn't predict the tranced out look on her face.

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