Page 36 of Awakening His Daddy

And with that, they’re both gone.

Kaitlin comes in as soon as they leave.

Thank fuck, cause I need to get out of here and not just because I need to pump, but he needs his rest.

“Okay, Izaiah.” She looks up from her chart and grins when Izzy doesn’t even look up at her. So she turns her attention on me. “How about I tell you his care instructions?”

I nod.

“Okay, so no getting the cast wet, obviously. Shower with a bag. If he has any itching, don’t stick anything down there, like a coat hanger. He’ll need to do light duty for the next six weeks and wear the sling for the rest of the week. Make sure he covers the stitches when he showers, but only for the first few days. Changehis bandage regularly. They’ll heal pretty fast, but if they get swollen or turn green, let us know. He’s going to be pretty out of it for the rest of the night, so it would be best if someone could stay with him overnight.”

“I will.”

“Good. Just be aware that he might need extra help, but luckily, he broke his left arm, so he should do better overall.”

“He’s left-handed.”

“Oh, well. Then he’s going to need a lot more help. Preparing food, getting dressed, bathing, using the bathroom, things like that.”

“I’ll help him.”

“Alright, good. Let me finish up this paperwork. I will need him to sign, but he’ll need to be awake to leave the hospital anyway.”

“I’m awake, I just don’t want to be,” Izzy grumbles.

She chuckles and leaves.

“Come on, baby, it’s time to go.”

“Finally, I’m so tired. I just want to go to sleep, but my arm hurts and my tummy hurts.”

“I know, I know. I’ll get you home and take care of you.”

“Alright. I have everything here.” Kaitlin comes in with Tessa, who’s pushing the wheelchair.

“It’s policy that all patients leave in a wheelchair,” she explains. “And I wanted to see my friend out.”

“Don’t let her push me down any stairs,” Izzy grumps, but he’s teasing. “She likes to hurt people.”

“Hey! I thought we were going to be friends.” She pouts.

“Oh, right.”

I help him put on his shirt and coat before I wrap him in the cat blanket and help him into the chair.

“Aww, did your Daddy get you that cute blanket?”

I get the feeling she doesn’t mean biological daddy.

“Yes, don’t be jealous,” Izzy sasses her, and she laughs.

“So you just sign here,” Kaitlin interrupts.

Izzy stares at the pen. “I can’t write.”

“Just do your best, okay?”

He basically scribbles a line, and she hands him a packet full of papers and a bag with his prescriptions in it.

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