Page 6 of Daddy's Little Survivor

“Breathe in for me,” he reminded her. “Hold it. Now let it out.”

It didn’t calm her breathing down at all. If she kept this up, she was going to pass out and he didn’t want that. Her eyes closed and Michael started to panic a little.

“Open those pretty eyes for me,” he commanded. “Focus on my voice and look into my eyes.”

She slowly opened her eyes and he knew right away she wasn’t really looking at him. Her head rotated to the side and her eyes rolled to the back, her body going completely limp in the car.

Shit. Michael quickly got up from the ground and ran toward his car. He always kept a device to open car doors or windows in case of emergencies. He didn’t want to get stuck in water and not have a way to break the window and get out.

He didn't like that he was going to have to break her window because it wasn’t his property, but he needed to get her out and make sure she was alright.

Running back to her car, he tapped the window with his device and broke it. He needed to be careful when he picked her up. Michael didn’t want any of the glass to cut through her clothes and skin.

Reaching through, he unlocked the door, opened it, and gently pulled her into his chest. It was freezing cold outside and in her car, but she was hot. The past couple of days were hot during the day but cold at night, something people weren’t used to. Could she have internal bleeding? Could she have an infection of some kind?

Worry filled him and he quickly walked to his house. He needed to get her inside and laying down on a couch so he could look over her to make sure she didn’t have anything that needed immediate attention.

It was difficult unlocking the door to his house, but when he finally managed, he pushed through and walked toward the couch. Gingerly placing her down, he took a good look at her.

What to do first. He needed to check her body to make sure there weren’t any big cuts that needed immediate attention. But he also wanted to get his medical bag so he could take her temperature.

Groaning, Michael took a deep breath and made a mental list in his head. Grab the bag first and then check her temperature and her body.

With that in mind, he went to retrieve his medical bag from his office.

CHAPTER FOUR

MICHAEL

Michael set his medical bag on the coffee table and opened it. Searching through, he grabbed the rectal and oral thermometers. Which one should he use? He wanted to use the rectal one since it would be more accurate, but he didn’t want to do something she didn’t want or would frighten her.

Right now, she was unconscious and that worried him. He didn’t know if there were other contributing factors or not.

Sighing, he grabbed the regular thermometer and put it in her mouth. Michael waited until it beeped at him before he looked at it.

Ninety-seven degrees. He knew she wasn't at that temperature. It was freezing outside and she was hot to the touch. Something was definitely wrong and he needed an accurate number.

Michael kissed her forehead to see if she was still hot or if his fingers were just cold. Shit. She was still hot even against his lips. He had really hoped that his fingers were just cold from being outside without any gloves, but it was too good to be true.

If he had taken her to the emergency room, he knew they would use a rectal thermometer to get her temperature. He was a doctor and she needed him to be one right now.

Michael set the oral thermometer to the side and grabbed the rectal one. He just hoped she wouldn’t wake while he was taking her temperature this way. How would he get her to calm down? She was already so skittish and didn’t trust him one bit. It would be a challenge, especially when he had something up her bottom.

He carefully rolled her over to her side and pulled down her sweatpants.

Bruises of all colors littered her skin. Blue, green, purple, black, yellow. What the hell had happened to her? There wasn’t a spot on her skin that wasn’t some sort of bruise.

Michael squirted some lube onto his finger and gently coated the end of the thermometer and her rectum. Gently easing the thermometer inside her, he turned it on and waited several minutes.

He could tell she had a fever. The only question was whether he could deal with it himself or whether she needed to be taken to the hospital–something that would mean involving the authorities. Something he didn’t want to do.

The thermometer went off and Michael gently pulled it out and looked. One hundred and two. Definitely a fever but one he could deal with himself.

Grabbing two fever reducing suppositories, Michael gently eased them into her bottom and kept his finger there for a couple of minutes, wanting to make sure the medicine dissolved inside her before he took his finger out.

He had done physicals on too many Littles and all of them loved to push the medicine out. He wasn’t going to have any of that, even if she was unconscious right now. She needed the medicine both to reduce her fever and to deal with some of the pain she was undoubtedly in.

After pulling the cover off and putting it in the trash, Michael set the thermometer back in his bag and stood up. He needed to check her body to make sure there weren’t any open wounds that needed immediate attention.

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