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“He had a fight. We just need you to check him over. He got a few punches to the head and a few to the ribs. Nothing crazy, but I want him checked before we go home,” Benji states, now acting like the perfect kid in Sunday school.
She doesn’t respond, or react, as she looks at her watch, timing my pulse. While Benji continues talking, she turns my hand over and looks at my knuckles, assessing the damage with her delicate hands.
“I need you to lie down, Mr. Grange, so I can check your ribs and face, please,” she instructs delicately. The contrast between her gentle tone and Benji’s fucking insane yelling is significant. I don’t think I know anyone who speaks so firmly, yet so softly.
Delicate is not a word I would use to describe anything in my life. Violent, criminal, dark and hardened are more my history.
“Mr. Grange?” she says again, prompting me. Shit, how long have I ignored her for, because I was lost in my own thoughts? I start to move gingerly because my ribs are on fire and my head feels like a bowling ball. Closing my eyes, I lower my body onto the bed and swing my legs up so I am lying on my back, my eyes squinting shut due to the lights.
“Ian, turn the lights a little lower, please.” I internally thank her for that as she stands at my bedside, still holding my hand. Why is it so fucking comforting? And that’s just another word that doesn’t usually describe me or my life.
She lets go of my hand, and for a moment, I feel cold, colder than I did before her touch. But then they’re on my body, as she slowly runs her hands up my bare torso, checking each rib, gently pushing and prodding, searching for pain points and possible fractures.
Suddenly, she hits a sore spot, and I nearly jump off the bed. “Fuck!” I spit out, and my eyes fling open and lock right onto her beautiful brown ones. We stare at each other for a few beats, her glossy, plump lips parting slightly as I gawk at her. Benji clears his throat, and it is enough to startle both of us back to reality.
“I apologize, Mr. Grange, I will try to be more gentle,” she says, a blush pinkening her cheeks. Continuing to explore my body for wounds, she checks each rib delicately before moving back to the original sore spot and prodding some more.
“Call me Carter, none of this Mr. Grange shit,” I say to her, and it comes out rougher than I wanted, but she nods as she presses her lips together, her eyes staying focused on my body.
Now I have seen her, I can’t stop fucking looking at her. Chestnut hair, shiny and long, half up so I can see her face set in concentration, but it flows down her back, itching for me to grab onto it. Her eyes are like coffee, her skin is cream, and her lips are shining like fucking cherries. This is a visual that I know won’t leave my mind for days.
She is fucking stunning.
While she is writing things down on the clipboard, I continue to let my gaze wander over her. She is polished. Her fingernails are painted soft pink, flawlessly, with no chips, and she is wearing a small amount of jewelery that looks to be of the highest quality. While I’m at it, I notice no ring on her finger, bringing a smile to my lips that I immediately straighten. The dress she’s wearing under her doctor’s coat is pressed to perfection, refined and unrevealing. It’s the kind of dress you long to unzip with the thoughts of what delectable curves she’s hiding from the world underneath.
She is not over the top, but classic. She is what you would call way out of my league. I bet this princess has never had to go without.
I fucking hate princesses, yet I can’t say I mind her hands on my body right now.
Fuck my life.
“No broken ribs, but they are certainly bruised, and I am a little concerned about internal bleeding too,” she says, and my eyes flick back to hers.
“Doc, just some pain medication, some ice, and I will be on my way.” I start to sit up, willing the thumping in my head to stop as I do.
“Oh no, no, no.” Her hands land on my shoulders, and she pushes me back down. “You are not going anywhere.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Benji stand, and I feel her stiffen slightly.
“I am going to organize a scan for you.” I remain still, but give her a small nod at the same time Benji marches over to the bed beside me.
“A scan? What for?” Benji barks at her.
“Benji, enough,” I say sternly. I can tell she is a little frightened of him, and I don’t blame her because he is back to being an ass. “Let’s do the tests and get home. I‘m tired.”
“Ian, please arrange for Carter to get an CT scan, specifically for the upper body please. I want to check for internal bleeding,” she says to her nurse, who nods while taking notes, and I begin to feel like a fucking invalid.
“Further, we need to assess for concussion and..” She stops as she looks back at me. Her hand comes up to my face, where she cups my cheek and turns my head slightly. “We will need a few stitches in his left eyebrow, please.”
“Carter,” she says softly. “Ian will look after you, and I will return with your results as soon as they come through. In the meantime, we will also get you settled in a private room at the end of the hall for your comfort, and I’ll get you some medication for the pain and some more ice for the swelling. However… we will need to admit you here overnight.” One of her hands swoops under her coat and lands on her hip, like she is daring me to argue with her. I like her sass, and I don’t miss her bust and the curve of her ass with the movement either. Both of which I would like to explore. But there is no way I am staying here overnight.
“No. I’ll stay for the scan. But as I said, just some pain meds and ice, and I will be fine.” I’m trying to sound like I am not in pain, but I don’t think she’s buying it.
“I wasn’t asking. If Dante sent you, then you need to do as I say,” she insists, with no room for argument, and I tilt my head and look at her. Let’s see how far she will go with this.
“I don’t particularly like people telling me what to do, Doc...”
“Well, get used to it, because you are here for the night, and I expect you to do everything I say,” she replies, with one eyebrow lifted in a challenge, and as I remain silent, she grabs the clipboard from Ian, who is observing our conversation wide-eyed, and walks out the door. As soon as she leaves, my annoyance skyrockets.
