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And Ziggy.
She took hold of him, blushing slightly. Jameson knew about Ziggy from the hospital the other night, but it felt different having him see her with him now in the light of day.
“Don’t be embarrassed. We’re here to take care of you,” Ian told her. “And you don’t need to worry about anyone else’s feelings or what they might think of you.”
Right. Easier said than done.
“You need your zebra,” Jameson said. “What was his name again?”
“Ziggy.” She rubbed her face with the zebra. “Uncle Willy gave him to me when I was five. He’s getting a bit worn, but I love him.”
“I’m sure he loves you too.” Jameson smiled at her and she smiled back. “All right, Shortcake. I think you’ve been on your leg a bit too much. You haven’t been listening to your body when it’s told you to slow down and now you’re at the point where you need to stop or you’re going to do some permanent damage.”
She sucked in a breath and glanced at Jack who was staring down at Jameson intently. There were no smiles. No jokes. Ian moved next to Jack and looked just as serious.
Maybe she should have kicked them out of the room. Because she had a feeling that whatever Jameson told her that she needed to do would be taken very seriously.
“You need to put a heating pad on your hip and get some rest. And I mean that. You don’t look like you’re getting much sleep. And frankly, I’m worried about you. You’re too stressed, and it looks like you’ve lost weight.”
Monkeyballs.
That was like waving a red flag in front of Ian’s face. She glanced up at him. Yep, he looked ready to explode.
“I can’t just lie in bed all day.”
“You can get up to go to the bathroom, but that’s it.”
Marvelous.
“I have to look after Uncle Willy!”
All three men gave her matching frowns. Whoa. That was intense.
“You’ll do what Jameson says,” Ian barked.
Jack nodded.
Great. No one was on her side.
Really not cool. Maggie needed to find a man who always agreed with her.
“You hired the night nurse, right? To take care of William?” Jameson asked Ian.
Ian nodded.
She wasn’t used to this. To having people help her. That’s not the way her life worked. She did everything herself.
This was weird and a bit scary.
“We’ll make sure she doesn’t weight-bear on that leg,” Ian said. “How long should she stay off it?”
“At least twenty-four hours. Then she can try moving a tad, but you should ascertain her pain levels. If they increase, you need to call me or get her to the hospital. There’s some swelling so alternate cold and heat. An ice pack. Then, a warm bath. Don’t sleep on that side, sleep on your back or other side. Painkillers every six hours to keep on top of the pain.”
“I think some yoga will help. I could try that now.”
“No,” all three men said.
Sheesh. Did they rehearse that?
