The Dr. Is Out written by spidercrawlus
Thanks for the input, guys. I'll try to incorporate them all into now and future stories. This idea was kind of floating around in my head, so here it goes. Oh, and it's starring you, Robyn.
"Oh, great, it's raining," she thought to herself as she staggered out of the automatic sliding doors and into the evening drizzle. Robyn had just finished her 72 hour rotation on the general admissions floor of the hospital, and was almost sleepwalking into the foul weather. She was a second-year resident in the internal medicine program, and sleep deprivation was an added and unwelcome bonus to the young doctor. But she was as used to it as she could get, and maintained her focus on learning more and becoming the best physician she could be. She was a very bright, attractive and outgoing person, quite a contrast to the bookish introverts who were her colleagues. Robyn was sure to succeed in her field, but as she drove away from the gigantic medical complex, all she could think about were here four days off and all of the sleep she could get.
Her friend Janine was out of town, and asked if Robyn would house-sit for her and take care of her cats while she was gone. The young doc jumped at the chance, as Janine's large house with the Jacuzzi would be a welcome change from Robyn's small apartment. The girls had gone to college together and were sorority sisters. They both moved to Phoenix by chance, and remained close friends. Both were single, attractive and resembled each other strikingly. They could pass for sisters whenever they wanted to. Both were about 5'6", had light brown hair and slim figures. They were quite a duo. About the only difference was their eyes--Robyn's were a dark blue and Janine's a light green. But there was another difference, a secret Janine harbored, one that was about to fall squarely in the young doctor's lap.
Janine had gone to Vegas one weekend with a group of friends while Robyn had to pull another rotation at the hospital, unable to go. While there, Janine lost, and lost big at a high stakes card table. Although she makes an excellent salary, she didn't have nearly enough to cover her losses, and was rescued by a mysterious stranger at the table who fronted her a "loan". Janine figured with her good looks and charm, she could fleece the guy and would never see him again. She had no plans of returning to Vegas anytime soon, and he would never find her. Little did she suspect that when she slipped away while he was covering her tab, that this anonymous benefactor was the son of one of the most notorious underbosses of an extremely dangerous organized crime family. As time passed, she forgot about the whole incident. Apparently, they didn't.
Robyn could barely see as the rain pelted her windshield the entire way home. Storms in the desert were common this time of year, but this one was a whopper. As she walked to the front door of the ranch-style house in a nice neighborhood, all she wanted to do was get inside, change into some dry clothes and go to sleep. She walked in and locked the door behind her, dropping her bag in the living room and peeling off her white doctor's coat while she walked into the kitchen to pour some cat food in the empty bowls by the fridge. The cats must be sleeping somewhere she thought to herself as she headed for the bedroom and her much-anticipated slumber. She picked-up her bag on the way, figuring she'd change out of her medical scrubs and into her cozy sweats and tank top once she got to her room.
Robyn focused on that soft, inviting bed as she entered the room. She was almost asleep on her feet already. Just a few more minutes, she thought to herself as she kicked her shoes off without even untying them. As she turned to go into the bathroom to towel off her wet and now curly hair, she got the most unwelcome surprise of her life.
"OOOOOUUUUFFFFF!!!!!" A stranger's fist had just embedded itself in her exhausted, unsuspecting gut. "Well, hello there Janine Simkins of Phoenix, Arizona. What's the matter, not expecting company?" A bruiser of a man in a suit stepped out of the bathroom, cracking the knuckles on his right hand, the one that had just connected on Robyn. She was on the carpet, doubled-over and dropped immediately. "I'm here on behalf of my employer, a certain Mr. Danucci, I believe you know him. I've come to collect for him." Robyn barely processed those words, as she was on the floor in a fetal position, both hands on her flat but soft stomach, trying desperately to fill her empty body with air. The thug pulled her up by the back of her shirt and violently thrust his knee up into her middle belly. "OOOUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!" The poor doctor screamed in agony as the breath she had struggled to replace was pushed out of her. "Where's the money?" The muscle for the mob questioned her as he threw her into the bathroom. Robyn gasped as she managed to barely speak. "...I'm....not...Janine,..I..don't...know..what...you're..talking...about." The intruder took out some rope he had hidden in his coat pocket and tied Robyn's hands above her head over the shower rod. Fear and panic raced through her body as the man sneered at her. "You wanna do this the hard way, find with me, I enjoy my job. Might as well have some fun while I collect." Four furious punches rained into Robyn's stomach. The first and the third were right on her belly button. The second and the fourth were below it, a little off-center. She felt a volcano of pain inside, ready to erupt at any moment. A mix of dull and pounding with sharp and burning. Robyn was in an area of pain she had never been in before, and had no desire to be there now. "I'm...telling you, ....I'm Robyn...just staying here...I'm a doctor...please..." Robyn got out another weak sentence, but it fell on deaf ears. "Oh, you're a doctor now, huh. Another scam I'll bet. Well, you're gonna need a doctor, and if you don't hurry up with the loot, you'll need a coroner." The man from the mob hit the dangling girl like she was a bag at the gym.
"UUUUUNNNGGGHHHH!!!" A left hook to the solar plexus did substantial damage to the poor girl. She was fading until a sharp smack to the nose brought a trickle of blood down her face and a painful throbbing in her head. She felt her scrubs being torn from her body, and now she was hanging by her wrists wearing only her bra and *******. Sleep was not the only thing she went without on her tedious rotations, and the sandy-brown stubble shown on her legs and under her arms.
"OOOOUUUUUFFFFF!!!!" She was blasted by a right, this one well below her navel on her lower stomach. The burning intensity swelled in her abdomen and shot out all over her torso. Two sharp uppercuts to her crotch forced a shriek from the battered woman, as her womanhood was shocked from the staggering blows.
"Now, before you go and die on me, where do you keep your money?" The thug demanded in a harsh tone as he grabbed a handful of wet hair and jerked Robyn's head up to face him. "Uuunnn..." She couldn't even speak, and this infuriated the violent intruder as he cut loose on her again, pummeling her tortured stomach with eight more hard blows, raining them down on her convulsing belly. She was red and purple from just under her breasts to where here ******* started, and beneath them as well. The Mafioso grabbed her chin with his right hand and gently caressed her battered body with his left. "It's o.k. honey, I'll find the loot myself. Don't go nowhere," He mocked to Robyn as he left her, beaten and hanging as he searched the house for hidden cash and valuables. After tearing the place apart to no avail, he came back in the bedroom, where he could hear Robyn moaning and struggling to breathe. As he walked back in he tripped on her bag, and picked it up and started rifling through it. Even though he was a hardened criminal, he felt something, if not remorse it must have been embarrassment, to find out this girl was telling the truth all along. Because in her bag he found her wallet, with her physician's I.D. and a picture, a picture of her and Janine together.
"Hey, I feel bad for ya, but yous got yer friend to thank for this." He half-scolded Robyn as he untied her and carried her to the bed. It was a horrible case of mistaken identity, and Robyn paid for it. The bruiser handed her the phone and told her to call 911 for help in ten minutes, that if she didn't give him time to get away or told the police the true story, one of his associates would come finish the job. He also sent a message to Janine, that they were expecting their money back immediately. The message was in the form of a young doctor with a battered and bruised belly, who one hour later would be finding herself back at the medical complex, this time, as a patient.