THE CAPTAIN AND HIS DOCTOR
An Erotic Short Story
by Aubrey Watt
Website: Aubrey Watt's Blog
Twitter: @AubreyWatt
Copyright 2012 by Aubrey Watt
First Smashwords Edition: Feb 2012
ISBN: 978-1-4659-7971-1
Cover design by Aubrey Watt
Cover photo © jakezc and Marconobre - Licensed through Dreamstime.com
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are a work of fiction or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
MATURE CONTENT
This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
The Captain and His Doctor
“The captain’s been shot!” The cry rung out down the line of wagons and a flurry of motion swept over the caravan of carriers. Horses whinnied, pulling at their reins. Guns were drawn, glinting silver in the bright desert sun.
The doctor grasped his leather medic’s bag so tightly his fingers were white. Clutching it to his chest, he ducked his head and ran alongside the train of wagons towards the front of the line. Men were already riding off to pursue the attackers, and their horses beat the dust into the air, clouds of it rising above the playa in their wake. The sun was hot and the doctor’s brow was slick with sweat by the time he reached the front wagons. His face was pale with fright.
The captain had been laid down in the back of a wagon half-full with iron freight, and the hands worrying over him stepped back when they saw who had arrived. In the stifling hot air the captain’s chest rose and fell with difficulty. The doctor knelt down quickly beside him, tearing open his shirt to reveal the wound. Upper shoulder, straight through. Blood seeped out of his back and stained the wood planks of the wagon floor dark. Flies buzzed overhead, attracted by the smell of blood and the promise of moisture.
The captain smiled with wan lips as the doctor applied pressure to the wound to stop the flow of blood.
“Am I gonna die, doc?” he said, inhaling sharply as the doctor splashed iodine into the ragged flesh.
The doctor looked down, suddenly serious. He pressed a fresh square of gauze onto the wound with his hand. “If you’d only stay hidden instead of riding at the front—”
The captain reached up to put his hand over the doctor’s wrist. He looked up into the pale man’s worried eyes. When the captain spoke his voice was no louder than a whisper.
“Elliot—”
The doctor pressed his lips together and stood up. “Take him to the medical tent.” He avoided meeting the captain’s eyes as the men picked him up and carried him down the wagon stairs. He hurried down to his private tent, where he gathered the instruments he would need to sew the man’s shoulder up. Picking up an extra bandage, his hands began to tremble, and he lost his carefully shaped composure. Emotion flooded through him and he leaned his head against the wagon’s wooden side, his body racked with silent sobs. He allowed himself fifteen seconds, and then wiped his eyes delicately with his kerchief, steeling his face into disaffection once more. Bag in hand, he pushed open the tent flap and walked out into the light.
***
Four months ago, the captain had stopped the wagon train in Jesser to fill up with provisions. Rumor was there was a surgeon working in the abandoned mill town and his carrier crew had been desperate for a medic for months. His search had taken him to the dingy town bar where Doctor Elliot Sennan had been sitting in the corner as he always sat, sipping his whiskey and reading a book.
Captain Kelly pushed open the bar doors, letting sunlight spill in with the dust. Peering around the dim and empty bar, he thought that maybe he had been tricked into an ambush. But no, the bar really was just that empty. Walking up to the fat, bored bartender, he ordered a shot and nodded idly towards the pale man in the corner booth.
“That there the surgeon?” he asked, tilting the sweet amber liquid into his mouth. It burned his throat as it went down, and he felt the warmth spread through his belly.
The bartender glared at him from under his bushy gray eyebrows. “Ayup,” he said, spitting at the ground between his teeth, “but he don’t practice medicine no more.”