These were the best times for her. The room was quiet and there was nothing to do but concentrate on the slides and microscopes spread around the room.
Sabrina DeLane looked up from the latest slide and scrawled several observations upon a pad lying at her elbow. ‘How did I miss that the first time,' she mused.
“ I need some help .”
The dry, unemotional voice seemed to come from nowhere. Sabrina, totally immersed in her research study, spun around in fright.
“I'm sorry I scared you,” Jason Morgan apologized. “But I need some help.”
The sight of Sonny Corinthos' silent shadow was enough to make her forget her fright. “What happened to you?” Sabrina gasped. Jason had an angry bruise along one cheekbone and his face periodically contorted in pain. A pain no doubt generated by the injury he must have sustained to his groin.
“My bike hit a patch of loose gravel.” The front of Jason's jeans was covered with bright red blood.
Sabrina switched easily into the cool physician's demeanor she wore so well. “Let me help you onto the table.”
“I don't-”
The impatient doctor interrupted Jason curtly. “Look…I have heard all about you and your tough guy reputation. You have most of the men in Port Charles intimidated and the women, such as they are, ready to hop into your bed.” Her voice was hard and her hands were upon her hips. “But if you want my help, you will shut up and do whatever I tell you to.”
Jason shrugged his shoulders and allowed Sabrina to assist him onto the examining table in the corner of the room. It had not been used medically in some time. The bed was just a convenient place for Sabrina to catch a few minutes rest as she buried herself in her research.
“I am going to have to cut these jeans off you.” She made Jason lie down on the table. Efficiently she proceeded to cut the denim material away from his body. “I will try not to hurt you,” Sabrina reassured him, delicately making the final cuts that would allow her unimpeded access to his injury.
Impassively Jason stared up at the lovely doctor's face as she pushed the material aside. Other than the faintest of smears, there was no trace of the copious blood that stained the entire front of his jeans.
“Wha-” Sabrina was nonplussed. “Where did all that blood come from then?”
Jason held up his right elbow for the doctor to see. The sleeve of his leather jacket was torn, and blood dripped slowly from the opening. “I fell on my elbow,” he explained with the just the slightest hint of smugness. "I guess the blood dripped down there on the ride over here." He imitated the way he'd held his arm against his chest.
“Then why didn't you say something?!!” Sabrina asked through clenched teeth.
Though his expression remained unchanged, Jason admired the fire that shone in Doctor DeLane's dark eyes. “You told me to shut up.”
“Arrrrghhh!”
Sabrina turned and took a deep, calming breath. “Very well, Mr. Morgan,” she began as she turned back to him, “we will try this again.”
“Now that I know ,” she emphasized the word, “where your injury is, I will have to cut this sleeve away from the wound.” Jason shrugged his assent and Sabrina commenced to care for him.
As she reached for Jason's elbow, Sabrina could not help but notice the changes that were taking place in his body. For the first time she fully realized that the handsome, silent stranger sat before her virtually naked from the waist down.
Sabrina was never so grateful for her professional training. With some difficulty she was able to ignore the blatant proof of Jason's interest which jutted prominently just within the periphery of her view. She refused to cease her ministrations of his wound in order to cover his nakedness. Instinctively, the tawny beauty knew that Jason Morgan would have seen her action as an admittance that she was unnerved.
“There,” Sabrina said, with some relief. She gently lowered his bandaged elbow to his side. “Using that arm will be a little awkward for the next few days. Try and take it easy.”
She shed the sterile gloves she wore and tossed them into the receptacle. “You can get dressed-” The phrase was cut off as she realized that Jason's jeans had been ruined beyond repair.
“Yeah,” he nodded, reading her face. “You cut up my jeans. I've got nothing to wear.” Stoically Jason sat there, his muscled legs spread, his arousal evident.
The suspicion that he was enjoying her discomfort piqued Sabrina's anger. “Why couldn't you wear underwear like everyone else!”
Jason frowned in genuine confusion. “I had on jeans. Clothes are supposed to cover you. I don't see the point of wearing something else under your clothes.”
“Fine!” she bit off. “I will go and see what I can find!”
Frustrated by Jason's ability to get under her skin, Sabrina stepped toward the door. “Doctor DeLane…” Jason's quiet call stopped her in her tracks. “You said that I'll have trouble using this arm for awhile.”
“It will be awkward, yes,” Sabrina responded. “Why?”
“I don't suppose,” Jason winced as he shifted his arm to wrap his fist about his erection, “that you would just take care of this for me?”
Sabrina's mouth dropped open in shock before she swiftly recovered and delivered a scathing profanity his way.
Jason watched the beauty stalk angrily from the room in search of something for him to wear. A tiny smile curved the corner of his mouth as he reached inside the pocket of his leather jacket.
“Yeah, Rinaldo,” he spoke into the tiny cell phone, “I need you to bring me some clothes to General Hospital.”
