Chapter 7 - Dr Ken Butts Heads With Sr Theresa

Dr. Cummings and Sr. Theresa stepped into the room where Susan was laying face down on her stomach on the exam table. She was covered up to her waist with a white light weight hospital blanket. Ken smiled. He was pleased to see that the thin blanket molded her tight firm derrière to perfection. However, he felt downhearted to see her beautiful face tear stained and remembered bitterly how he heard her weep behind the closed door earlier. He also took note that she was not wearing a hospital gown but only had on a pink lacy chemise that was exposed above the blanket. Ken was aware of Sr. Theresa’s expression of disapproval when she saw Susan’s lack of the routine hospital attire. He didn’t give a Rats Ass what Sister thought. What he DID think was, WOW! Susan’s radiant skin coloring sets off that shade of pink beautifully!

He strongly needed to remind himself repeatedly that she was HIS patient and not something to gluttonously feast upon.

He hoped that circumstances would change between Susan and himself in the near future, despite the fact that he had provoked her, (for her own good) into disliking him.

Susan became alarm upon seeing the covered tray in Ken’s hands when he entered the exam room. Her mature creamy color breasts spilled over in her chemise when she quickly lifted herself up on her elbows, “If YOU’RE thinking of giving me another one of THOSE deadly suppositories DOCTOR, YOU can just FORGET it and go right back through the same door you came in!” She pouted her luscious, dewy lips in disapproval. Once again Ken was drawn to her full, sexy mouth. He especially liked them now, pouting that way. Egotistically, he figured that they were badly neglected and would soon need, in the near future, his passionate kisses.

Sister Theresa’s face showed again strong disapproval and thought, Ken’s correct assessment, that this young lady’s body was not covered sufficiently and that she was being very disrespectful to her doctor.

In an effort to sound unconcerned, he answered. “Not to worry Miss Sheridan, only one suppository per patient. I assume that you expelled quite a bit of bodily waste?” He asked nonchalantly.

Turning slightly on her left side to get a better look at him she cried tearfully, “That was a brilliant question DOCTOR! What do you think happened?” She didn’t wait for him to reply. “It felt like a stick of dynamite was plugged up my behind!” Sr. Theresa, whom was diminutive in stature gasped and turned red with embarrassment upon hearing Susan’s sarcastic unrefined phrasing.

Noticing Sister’s shocked reaction, Dr. Cummings curtly answered her. “Watch that mouth of yours young lady in front of Sister Theresa!” In the same decisive tone he said, “That particular suppository has a very strong peristaltic action. It means it did an effective and sufficient job.” He pretended to be indifferent. He could tell that she was still vexed with him. He thought to himself, if that’s the way she’s going to be, than so be it.

Still laying on her stomach she looked over her left shoulder towards him and venomously said, “Just HOPE and PRAY doctor that you never get sick in this hospital because I being a nurse would personally SHOVE that very same suppository up YOUR arrogant ASS! You would get ALL the peristaltic action you wanted! I’d make damn sure of that!” She said definitively.

With wide opened eyes Sister Theresa couldn’t believe that she was hearing SUCH vile language and disrespect!

Ken came back with an equally cutting remark. “Miss Sheridan if I had a nurse as pretty as YOU, he impishly said, than I would unquestionably want to be SICK everyday and I wouldn’t give a damn what you stuck up my ASS!” He was now grinning down at her from ear to ear. Sister Theresa made another gasping sound. Only this gasp one was even louder that the last. Dr. Cummings lowered his eyes and turn towards Sr. Theresa and said, “Sister, I’m sorry.”

She couldn’t believe that such a conversation was taking place between a patient and a doctor.

Damn HIM. Susan had nothing to come back with. The bastard gave her a compliment. He took her off guard. She decided to change the subject.

“Where is Sr. Katherine?” She demanded in a hostile voice.

He answered, “Sr. Katherine’s face took on the color of her habit. I thought it best that she should rest a while before she CLEANS OUT YOUR BOWELS young lady.”

Sr. Theresa face turned purple upon hearing Dr. Cummings graphic commentary. She thought to herself that this is like a boxing match. Perhaps, she thought, she was only called in here to be a referee.

With remorse on his face he said, “I’m sorry Miss Sheridan, I shouldn’t of said that last remark. It was crude of me.” He turned to Sr. Theresa and asked for her pardon a second time. “I guess we’re tired Sister. It’s been a very trying afternoon for all of us. Turning towards Susan he continued speaking, “However, it would help Miss Sheridan if you weren’t SO damn mouthy.”

This time Susan rolled over on her side and sat up pulling the blanket up to her chin. She stared straight into his brown eyes too angry to care how beautiful they were. She said cuttingly, “You have been taking care of one end of my body! What’s stopping you from going ahead and taking care of the other end? You can always put an enema nozzle in my mouth or better yet use that same WRETCHET suppository!” Sister Theresa gasped a third time.

Trying hard not to talk through his clenched teeth and staring right back into her now huge blue, green eyes he said, “Don’t tempt me Miss Sheridan.” Ken took a deep breath and thought it best not to say anymore in order for both of them to calm down and to give Sr. Theresa a reprieve from all their nasty oratory.

Susan had rolled over and once again was laying face down on the exam table. She was looking straight ahead at the adjacent wall as she tearfully asked in a demanding voice, “What are you going to DO to me NOW? Pump a can of Fluid Draino up my rear end?”

Sister Theresa could not take it any longer. “Young lady remember where you are and who you are talking to.” She turned swiftly to face Dr. Cummings. “That goes for you too Dr. Cummings. It appears to me, DOCTOR, that you have the propensity to spur her on with your unnecessary caustic remarks! I might add that I think this patient needs, first above all, a good old fashion spanking! And you need a good…….”

“ spanking too?” Ken interrupted devilishly. He was giving her one of his unscrupulous grins.

Sister didn’t answer him. She just bristled her back and gave him a stoic look. She had heard about his boyish and impish charm from the other nuns. They all thought him utterly charming. She didn’t think he was AT ALL charming. What she did think was that such behavior was unbecoming a health professional and she thought her fellow nuns were acting like silly school girls.

Ken put his hand to cover his mouth and let his chest vibrate with silent laughter at Sister’s remarks and Susan’s last vivid delivery. Making an attempt not to show his amusement to either one of them, he started talking calmly and in a low voice to the back of Susan’s head. Trying very hard not to laugh. He said, “Well Miss Sheridan do you think Sister is right? Do YOU need a good old fashion spanking?” Susan’s curvy bottom again arched stiffly upwards under the thin blanket. There was just charged silence. He wickedly thought that he’d love nothing better then to give her a few playful swats on that cute rounded behind of hers.

He continued to speak in a low and gentle tone. “In answer to your flowery question Miss Sheridan, I’m first going to give you a very thorough rectal exam, second, treat those painful hemorrhoids, and than I am going to inject, NOT Fluid Draino, but some warm oil up your bottom to loosen additional hard stool before you receive a series of enemas. Sister Katherine says the hemorrhoids that are presently giving you trouble are external. I won’t know if you have internal ones until after the rectal exam and after an adequate look up higher into your rectum with the proctoscope later.”

She lifted her face and was up on her elbows while looking straight ahead she said loudly, “Well, let’s dispense with all this rhetoric! Obviously, you came in here with the purpose of doing a lot to my backside! Damn YOU, WHY DON”T YOU GO AHEAD AND DO IT and get it over with!” She felt irritated that she had to succumb to this too good looking hunk.

Once again Ken took pleasure in observing her cute rounded rump protrude upwards under the flimsy blanket. “Do you need to empty your bladder before I start?” He asked still talking to the back of her head.

She boldly lifted her chin! “NO!” She shouted back at him while looking up and still staring straight ahead towards the adjacent wall.

“Are you sure? Because once the oil has been injected into your lower colon you will need to lie still and won’t be able to get up to use the bathroom.” He said.

“I’m sure. Just get on with it, why don’t you?” She said impatiently.

Dr. Cummings went around the examining table facing her right side. He slowly began to lift off the white blanket that was covering her up to her waist. Susan flinched and than she began to tremble. “Are you cold Miss Sheridan?” Dr. Cummings asked with concern in his voice.

“No, I’m not cold.” She said tiredly. Than her voice changed. It was tearful and began to break up. “Please…., please…. just don’t hurt me!” Ken’s heart melted at the sound of her pleading voice and disturbing request. It was incredulous to him that she would even think for one moment that he would want to hurt her intentionally.

Ken went up to the front of the table and lowered his face. Her head was resting sideways on the pillow looking away from him. He placed his lips directly against her ear. Her hair smelled of that same clean fragrance that the rest of her body permeated.

He began to speak in that mellow manly voice that she was beginning to get accustom to liking. “Susan, he said gently, I want you to look at me.” At first she refused. “Susan, please look at me.” He coaxed gently. She turned her head on the pillow to face him. Her beautiful green eyes were limped with tears. He carefully swept a strand of hair off her cheek. His heart ached for her.

“I have no desire to hurt you Susan. My only desire is to help you. Why can’t you believe that?” He asked ever so tenderly.

Still looking at him she softly replied, “ I’ve made certain comments. You have reason to be angry with me. Here’s your opportunity to retaliate.”

Still astonished by her illicit attitude and last comment, he said in a deliberate but gentle voice, “First, I am not a vindictive person and neither are you Susan, despite your threats. Secondly, I am not angry, just frustrated with you. My God, you must think I am some kind of monster.” He was gently stroking the back of her head.

In the background he could hear Sr. Theresa angrily muttering under her breath, “Honestly, this is preposterous!”

Without giving Sister the satisfaction he refused to look in her direction. Feeling profound anger he lowered his head, pretending not to hear her. He once again lifted his face to Susan and continued, “I want to hear you say that you trust me and that you’re not afraid of me. I want you to say it, now.” He smiled at her and said teasingly, “Besides, didn’t you say earlier in my office that you trusted me fifty per cent.”

Still gazing into his eyes she said quietly, “It went down to 20 per cent after you heartlessly ordered nitroglycerin deposited up my bottom.” Her moist dimpled chin quivered as she spoke.

Ken began to laugh out loud at her choice of words. While still stroking the back of her head he replied gently, “Susan, you little chipmunk, we both know that you badly needed that suppository.” He tried hard not to chuckle. “Now, what is it I need to hear you say?”

Her voice was laced with submission. She quietly replied. “Fine, I am not afraid of you and, she paused, I… THINK I trust you.” He could sense her exhaustion and compliance. Good, he thought to himself, perhaps she was finally beginning to yield to his logical way of thinking.

Dr. Cummings took a small breath, “OK, that will have to be enough for now. Do we have a truce, you and I?”

“Yes, I guess so.” She said softly as she lowered her head on the pillow. He was right she was tired. She was beginning to feel SO fatigued.

He gently squeezed her shoulder in response to her last agreeable remark.

Sr. Theresa thought that this was more than just a doctor, patient relationship. She highly disapproved of his flirting and thought his jargon with this young girl was unnecessary and unprofessional conduct of a doctor. Fr. Ryan, one of the hospital’s administrators will SOON hear about this!

Dr. Ken was just about to remove the blanket off his pretty patient a second time when he was stopped at the sound of Sr. Theresa’s abrasive voice. He impatiently turned to look at her.

Sister’s back was bristled and she said in a very stern voice, “I think this young lady should be wearing a hospital gown, doctor.” With that comment Susan turned on her side and pulled the blanket up to her chin. Suddenly, she felt self conscience.

Ken became a little annoyed. “Sister, shortly I’m going to have this young lady’s bottom high up in a knee chest position. A gown will be of no earthly good. It will only succeed to fall off her lower torso in that pose.”

Sister’s posture became rigid, “Nonetheless, she said brusquely, this young lady needs the required hospital gown! Might I remind you doctor,” she said venomously, “that this is a hospital examining room NOT a dressing room at Miranda’s Mystery!”

Ken was recklessly irked with her by now and he could feel all the blood go to his face. Trying very hard to keep his voice even and under control he replied corrosively, “ OH, really Sister, I wasn’t under the impression that nuns knew anything about fancy lingerie shops? Do you, Sister, personally get your own under apparel from there?” Sister’s wire rim glasses dropped off the bridge of her nose and she turned a pale shade of white. Susan’s eyes grew large from shock and she quickly put her hand up to her mouth to stifle a whoop. She thought to herself, and just moments before HE called ME mouthy?

“Dr. Cummings you’ve gone too far! I know that most of the hospital’s staff here thinks the world of you. However, I’m not inclined to agree with their misbegotten opinion. Furthermore, I think your reprehensible behavior here today has been deplorable!”

Susan quickly spoke up. “Sr. Katherine said that there were no more gowns left in the closet, Sister, and that it would be all right to keep part of my undergarments so long as I covered myself with this blanket.” She said in defense of Dr. Cummings.

Standing there with her arms crossed and her chin up, Sister viciously narrowed her eyes at Susan. “Well, it is not all right!” She said harshly, while angrily tapping her foot. “Both of you are to wait here until I returned with gowns from the hospital supply room!” She turned stiffly towards to Dr. Ken and said, “YOU are NOT to proceed, I repeat, NOT to proceed with this examination until I get back with the gown. Is that clear Dr. Cummings?”

Ken bowed as if to mock her and said in an apathetic monotone voice. “Yes, Sister that’s very clear.” While glaring at her he thought, for a woman that was so small in stature she certainly was a battle-ax who needed a good lay.

With that Sr. Theresa was out of the exam room in a huff.

Somewhat startled Susan gazed at Ken and said softly, “ I shouldn’t of said all those nasty things!” She had a worried frown on her face and was tightly clutching the blanket up to her chin. “Will she spread nasty rumors about me? I like my job here at St. Anthony’s. I wouldn’t want anything to jeopardize it.”

Ken knew that she had reason to be concern because the small hospital was a proverbial fish bowl when it came to people’s personal lives.

With fondness in his voice he uttered, “I don’t want you to worry about such superfluous matters. You have enough on your mind at the moment, young lady, concerning your health. Besides, Miss Sheridan you have nothing to reproach herself with.” He answered seriously. “You absolutely did nothing wrong, except perhaps…….” He began to give her a roguish grin and finished in a very slow hurtful voice, “…..to be very cruel to your doctor.” With his hand over his heart, he pretended to act victimized and deeply injured by displaying a beguiling expression on his handsome face.

Susan just arched her eyebrow at him and cried, “I CRUEL! Who was the one that ordered that God awful suppository to be inserted up my bottom?”

He was about to answer her when suddenly, Sr. Katherine entered the room. “What’s wrong with Sr. Theresa? She just now gave me a insidious look and stormed out of the office like a cyclone.” She added accusingly, “Dr. Cummings, what did you go and do?” Sister knew that there were times he had the inclination to say caustic comments that rubbed the fur the wrong way.

He also feigned persecution towards Sister Katherine and said in a fraudulent, indignant voice, “Why, Sister Kate how could you ask such a thing of me?”

Sister lifted her chin and gave him a suspicious expression and Susan covered her mouth to hide a smile.

Ken answered flippantly , “ It appears that Sr. Mary Holy Card did not whole heartily approve of Miss Sheridan’s hospital apparel. She thought it best, in keeping with the propriety of the hospital, to obtain a hospital gown for her.”

“Don’t be surprise if Fr. Ryan calls you into his office very early Monday morning.” Sister Katherine said in a somber tone.

“Hell, I’m not going to worry about it now, Sr. Kate.” He said. “I’ll deal with it when it happens.” Looking and turning towards Susan with an expression of tenderness he said, “In the meantime Sister Katherine, we have here a pretty young patient who needs our immediate attention.”