I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It novel Chapter 302

Third Person POV

Rachel’s brain hurt as she struggled to open her eyes. She barely had any memory of what had happened, other than the fact that she thought she had found her mate. But she had no idea where she was and what had happened after that.

As she wiggled her fingers, she realized there was something attached to her wrist, and she winced in pain as it moved.

As she winced, she felt this stabbing motion in her stomach, and she groaned miserably.

“Rachel?” She heard her father’s voice before she saw him. “Are you awake?” He proceeded to ask.

He sounded only a little worried.

She finally managed to open her eyes, and immediately wanted to shut them again. The bright light in the room was too much for her to take. She turned her head, not wanting to deal with the lights shining on her face.

“Doctor! My daughter is awake!” Her father yelled; he sounded further away now.

Doctor?

She must have been inside a hospital. The scent of latex soon filled her nose, and she groaned again in misery.

She kept her eyes shut, but she heard the shuffling of shoes entering the room and then she felt the presence of someone else by your bedside.

She felt hands on her face, probably to see if she was running a fever.

“She’s a little warm,” a woman said. “Rachel sweetheart, can you hear me?”

She managed to open her eyes again and look up at this woman with a pink blazer and a long white trench coat. She wore thin silver glasses, but Rachel could see her pretty emerald eyes and long lashes within the frames. She had her long blonde hair tied back into a low pony and her light pink lips were decorated with a worried frown as she stared around Rachel’s face.

“Can you hear me?” She repeated, much softer.

Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but only air came out.

“What’s wrong with her?” Her father asked in a gruff tone. He sounded angry as he looked at this female doctor.

“She just woke up from a coma,” the doctor said sharply. “Give her some time.”

“D…d…” Rachel stammered, trying to formulate some words. Her attempt drew the attention of this doctor, and she lowered herself so she could hear Rachel more clearly. “Doctor…” Rachel managed to get out.

“Yes, Rachel. I am Doctor Hanna Laureen,” said gently. “Can you tell me what hurts the most?”

Rachel took a deep breath before answering. Or at least attempting to answer.

“My… my… my head,” she stammered.

Dr. Laureen placed her thumbs on Rachel’s head and began to rub in circular motions for only a short moment. Rachel was surprised that her pain and discomfort started to melt away.

“Is that better?” She asked kindly.

“Yes…” Rachel said. “Thank you.”

“I’m a healer,” Dr. Laureen said simply. “It’s what I do.”

“Is she going to be okay?” Her father asked without any signs of emotion in his voice.

“It seems she will be. But I’d like to keep her here for a few days just to be safe.”

“That’s not going to work; we have plans on Saturday,” her father scowled, which surprised Rachel.

The doctor raised her perfectly trimmed brows at Raymond.

“Her life is more important than any plans you might have made,” she said, her tone began to harden with each word she spoke.

“These plans we can’t cancel,” he said between his teeth. “You said you are a healer, so heal her.”

“Even my powers take time to work,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “I’d prefer if she stayed here for a few days so I can be sure she’s going to be okay.”

Her father growled, which was also surprising for Rachel. She was starting to grow uncomfortable with his presence.

Ignoring him, the doctor turned back to Rachel.

“You are an adult, and you don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to,” she breathed gently. “He has no right to tell you otherwise.”

She opened her mouth to thank this nice doctor, but no words came out. She caught a glimpse of her father’s angry eyes and she shuddered, looking away quickly. Memories of Rachel’s childhood surfaced in her mind. Her father was always angry; she remembered this look in his eyes so well.

She worried about what he would do.

When it came to her father, limitations didn’t exist.

“Rachel, do you remember what happened?” The doctor proceeded to ask.