<strong>Dr. Jackson Rogers, now alone with Bambi Martin at Bed 11 with the curtains closed</strong><br/><br/>Jackson  smiled warmly at his first patient of his very own when Stan was called outside. He could hardly say he minded a little time alone with her.<br/><br/><strong>"Bambi,"</strong>he said softly,<strong>"don't worry, you're not gonna get in trouble. I'm your doctor, and <em>everything</em> stays a secret between us. So let's say that you might have taken some merchandise, by which I mean cocaine, with you on that flight. Supposing you had, you'd have coated it in baby oil and shoved it deep up your ass, huh? I'm afraid that <em>if</em> you'd done anything like that, the merchandise might have started leaking, which might just be why you started feeling so sick you ended up here."</strong><br/><br/>He raised his eyebrows with the same slightly mischievous smile and sat down on the bed beside her.<strong>"OK honey, I want you to relax for me. I'm goinna have to put my fingers up your ass and make really sure that you got the cocaine all out of there, so you don't collapse again when we let you outta the hospital. I'm not gonna hurt you, and just me and you are the only ones who know, OK?"</strong>Lowering his head almost to her face, he looked into her eyes and smirked.<br/><br/><strong>"Trust me baby, I'm here to help you get better. Now can you just roll onto your front for me honey?"</strong>he smirked, snapping on a pair of rubber gloves and grabbing a big jar of medical lubricant.<strong>"I'll be very gentle, unless you like it a little rough,"</strong>he chuckled in her ear. Damn, not even TV had warned him practicing medicine could be so sexy!