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“Sex,” Razor told her bluntly. “At least that’s my guess. Does it burn when you urinate?”
“A bit. I thought that was from….” Her voice trailed off as her cheeks turned pink.
“From vigorous sex?” Razor asked and shot a laser look at Wraith when the large man chuckled.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“That can cause some localized sensitivity that dissipates quickly. Warm baths can soothe that. For the infection, there is an easy fix. Some antibiotics will cure this quickly. No sex for a week. Then, I would suggest Caroline urinates after sex. That will help avoid any germs from taking up residence in her urethra after intercourse.”
“That happens?” Caroline asked.
“Under the right conditions. The angle of penetration, size of the male and female organs, speed and force of thrusts, among other factors, can help invaders infiltrate and set up house in your bladder.”
“And peeing will eliminate the risk?” Wraith asked, sounding concerned now.
“Lessen it greatly. If that doesn’t prevent future problems, there are other preventative treatments, but this is the easiest. We’ll start here,” Razor told them. “I do need to examine Caroline to ensure nothing else is wrong, like a vaginal infection or an irritation of the urethra.”
“I hate those exams,” she whispered.
“Your Daddy will stay with you, and I bet he’ll come up with some way to reward you for being brave,” Razor told her before glancing over at Wraith, “No sex or physical caressing in that area for seven days. Try ice cream or something.”
“I like ice cream,” Caroline said, perking up.
“I’m going to ignore that my Little girl can be distracted from no sex for the promise of a frozen dairy treat,” Wraith muttered before encouraging Caroline to lie back.
Razor chuckled as he gathered some supplies and grabbed gloves. He’d just snapped one on when his phone rang with the ringtone he’d programmed for Honey.
“Sorry, I need to check that Honey’s fine,” he told the couple, moving to the side of the room.
“Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay?” Razor asked.
“I’m fine. I wanted to thank you for the yummy sandwich,” Honey told him.
“I’m glad. Can I call you back in fifteen minutes or so? I have a patient in my exam room.”
“Hi, Honey,” Caroline said loudly.
“Is that Caroline?” Honey demanded.
The hair on the back of Razor’s neck stood up at her tone. She was upset. “Yes, Honey. Caroline and Wraith are here. I’ll call you back as soon as possible, okay?”
“Are you examining her? Like she’s naked?” Honey whispered, sounding horrified.
Suspecting she’d never considered the intimate nature of his job, Razor lifted a finger to signal he’d be back in a minute to his patient and walked out of the room to speak privately to his Little girl. Her apprehension was natural and best discussed in person. Razor kept his tone light to reassure her. “Honey, I’ll be glad to talk through things with you soon. I can’t reveal any information about my patients because of privacy rules.”
“She is naked! You’re looking at another woman naked.”
“Take a deep breath, Honey. I’m a doctor. I treat my patients to help keep them healthy. That’s all.”
“I hadn’t thought of you looking at other women,” she said so quietly he had to strain to hear her.
“Examining and treating, Little girl. They’re totally different. Will you be okay for a short time? I’ll come home, and we can discuss anything you wish.”
“I’m all right. I’ll see you in a while.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll return soon,” Razor promised as she disconnected the call.
Something was definitely wrong. He needed to see her but couldn’t leave Caroline suffering from an infection. Opening the door, he returned to his patient, forcing himself to shift his focus from worried Daddy to concerned doctor.
