Page 10 of Lovetown, USA
And I hate having my fucking time wasted.
Asia knocks again.
“Room 6. Gash on palm. She thinks she has tetanus.”
I finish my coffee in three gulps and head back down the hallway. When I walk through the door of exam room 6, I stop dead in my tracks.
It’sher.
The drunk goddess from last night. My little Cinderella. Wearing sunglasses on her face and a towel wrapped around her left hand.
“Oh,hellno. You’re a doctor?” she says, her voice full of shock.
I take a seat and pull up her chart, bound and determined to be professional even though her mere presence is making me sweat. “Is that shocking?”
She sighs. “No, but you should have led with that last night.”
“Why. You one of them white coat groupies?”
“Hardly,” she scoffs. “I prefer intelligent men. Knowing you’re a doctor cuts out some of the guess work.” She watches me type. “Although you could still lack common sense. I’ve seen that with your type.”
“My type?” I chuckle at that. “What brings you here, Ms. Washington?”
I know her name, now, at least. Danielle Lane Washington.
She holds her hand out towards me. “I think I have tetanus.”
“Why?”
“I cut my hand on a rusty cabinet fixture. Then, this morning, I woke up with a sore throat.”
“How’d you manage to cut yourself?”
When she shrugs, the strap of her sundress falls down her shoulder. The same shoulder I wanna bite while I’m inside her.
“I was a little tipsy last night.”
That tracks, but I let it pass. She seems embarrassed.
“Alright, let’s see what we have here.”
I roll myself over to her and take her hand in mine. With the other, I unwrap her makeshift tourniquet.
The wound is deeper than I expected, but it’s a pretty clean cut. No jags.
“Well, you need a couple of stitches,” I say softly. “The location of the wound would impede the healing process otherwise. Every time you open your hand, you’ll risk reopening it.”
She nods. “Is that something you can do here?”
“Absolutely. Now, as far as tetanus, it’s not the rust that does it. It’s the bacteria the rust can harbor.”
She leans back on her other hand, her head tilting to the side.
“Do you mind taking those off?” I ask of her glasses. “I feel like I’m talking to myself.”
“Go ahead,” she purrs.
I frown, then realize what she’s saying. As soon as it hits me, my body warms all over.
