Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. It is not meant to hurt or offend anyone.
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"All better. You're free to go!" John told the old man before him.
The old man smiled warmly and thanked him.
"Thank you John. God bless you."
John nodded with a smile as the old man got up and left. He watched him go before sighing and slumping in his chair. That was the last patient of the day. How many patients had he seen that day? Three hundred? He had lost count.
At just 24, he was one of the best doctors in the country and the hospital took full advantage of it. Everyday his work was hectic, either consulting too many patients or performing more than two surgeries in a day. John liked being a doctor, but he would have liked to have some time of his own.
He ran a hand through his short brown hair and looked at the clock. It was finally time to leave. Removing his white coat, he got up and stretched. It would be good to finally hit the couch.
Walking out of the hospital, he waved goodbye to the nurses and fellow doctors. The one thing he liked about the hospital was that some of the nurses were quite hot. As some of the nurses checked him out as he left, he grinned inwardly.
He was a good looking guy. Standing at 6'2, he was quite tall compared to everyone else at the hospital. Being a doctor, he knew how to be in good shape. His shoulders were broad and he had quite a bit of muscle to match his height. He had been told by some bold nursed that he was quite handsome.
"Not too bad looking, eh?" he thought to himself. "Still, what's the use?"
With the workload he had, he had no time to date anyone. The higher ups in the hospital always had him at work and he had no free time. He couldn't excuse himself saying that he had to spend time with his family seeing as he had none.
Sighing, he got in his car and began to drive. It was a long way home and he couldn't wait to get some rest.
He pondered what he should do about his life. He could quit and open a clinic maybe? That seemed like a good idea. He would have lots of free time in his hands and he could actually have a social life. He knew a few people who would help him, though the hospital wouldn't be happy.
As these thoughts clouded his head, he didn't notice the truck that came straight at his car. When he saw it, he panicked and severed right hoping that the truck didn't kill him.
"Holy shit!"
All he saw was a bright white light before he passed out.
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John groaned as he finally gained consciousness. His head felt like it was split open and his whole body was in pain. His last memory was of the oncoming truck. As he registered the pain, he took that as a good news. He was alive and all his body parts were intact.
He slowly open his eyes to find himself looking at wooden roof. Didn't hospitals usually have white ceilings? He slowly sat up and looked around the room he was in. He was lying in a bed in the middle of a bedroom.
"What the hell? Why aren't I in a hospital?" he thought.
"Hello?" he called slowly, hoping that someone would hear him. "Is anyone there?
After a while, the door opened and a man and a woman walked in. The man looked to be older than him. He had short dark hair and a thick mustache. He wore a plain shirt and regular pants. He seemed to be a bit over weight but his clothes hid that a bit.
The woman however, was gorgeous. Long brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes looked at John with concern. John couldn't help but admire her. Her face was very beautiful with sharp features. Her body perfectly matched her body. Even in that T-shirt and long skirt he could clearly make out her curves. Her breasts were large and proud which were supported by a slim waist and a round ass.
"Are you all right?" the man asked him. John nodded his head.
