Page 34 of Razor
When she had followed his directions, Razor raised her skirt to reveal the pair of pink panties he’d helped her put on that morning. Quickly, he tugged the waistband down to expose her buttocks. She didn’t struggle at all but trusted him to take care of her.
“This will be cold,” he warned before ripping open the small packet and cleaning her skin. His patented slight pinch a few inches away from the injection site distracted her long enough for him to dispense the medicine.
“You pinched me. Wait, are you done?”
“Yep. You should feel that quickly,” he explained as he helped her roll back flat. He brushed the hair away from her face. “Why’d you get fired?”
“Because Mr. Reynolds hates me. I refused to pay for the mistake he made.” Her eyes crossed slightly before refocusing on him. “Whoa. Is that the medicine working?”
Concealing his anger at her explanation, Razor forced himself to focus on his Little girl now. He’d deal with everything else later. “I’m sure it is. How’s the pain?”
“What pain?”
Razor smiled for the first time as the strain vanished from her face. “Let me move your foot, please. No helping,” he warned, waggling his finger.
She saluted and giggled. “You gave me the good stuff.”
“I did. This is still going to hurt, Honey, but I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
The tears that ran down her face as he removed her shoes and positioned her gutted him. Knowing this had to be done, Razor settled her to take the X-rays. Finally, he lifted her from the table and carried her to his recliner in his office. She could relax there while he studied the images.
“Do you have a blanket?” she asked, shivering.
Instantly, the fuzzy one he’d held onto for several years popped into his mind. That one was wrapped at home, waiting for someone special. He’d have to make do here in the office.
Razor grabbed two lightweight ones from the supply closet and stopped for an ice pack. When he returned, Honey slept soundly. Carefully, he spread the blankets over her and set the cooling packet on her injury. She’d doze for a while.
He returned to examine the X-rays. Nothing broken, thank goodness, but a lot of soft tissue damage. The injury would take a while to mend. He decided instantly that she would move in with him so he could ensure she healed. First, he had a call to make.
Returning to his office, Razor closed the door and selected a number on his phone.
“Is she okay?” Lucien’s controlled voice rumbled through the phone.
“It’s a bad sprain. Do you have any contacts at the Kitchen Kraft factory?”
“I do. Is that where Honey got hurt?”
Razor didn’t ask how Lucien knew his Little girl’s name. “Al Reynolds needs to go.”
“Got it. Focus on her,” Lucien ordered and disconnected.
His trust in Lucien had developed over years of observing him operate. A man of few words but efficient actions, Lucien’s network seemed endless and wide-ranging. Honey was now part of Lucien’s protective circle. The MC leader would ensure her well-being. It wasn’t the same as dealing with that worthless bastard himself, but Lucien was right. Honey deserved all of Razor’s attention.
With that handled, Razor forced himself to tend to the men sitting in the waiting room. He checked on Honey frequently. After sending the last guy out of the clinic, he returned to find her eyes open.
“Did I break it?”
“Thankfully no. You did a number on everything else, though. No marathons for you in the near future, Little girl,” he told her, keeping his tone light. Razor pulled up a chair to sit next to her and ran his fingers through her hair.
“I used to run a few miles several times a week. That’s when I first noticed I was having problems with my balance and my foot. Of course, I blamed it on the flu going around, working too hard, or sitting too much. When I went to the eye doctor because my vision blurred, especially when I got hot, he contacted my primary care doctor because he suspected a serious illness. Turns out the ophthalmologist was right.”
“He’s a good eye doctor. Keep him.”
“He’s retiring in a few years, but his daughter is part of the practice. I like her too.”
“Good.”
“So, do I hop around my duplex on one foot while I search for a job?”
