Page 20 of A Doctor for Daisy

“Yep. I’m going to have you walk down the hall with your crutches. The nurse is waiting. They are going to fit you with a splint to have you wear until I see you in two weeks. Then with any luck, you can ditch one of the crutches. You might even be done with the splint by then. That will be up to the physical therapist.”

“Oh,” Heather said. “Okay, that makes me feel better.”

Daisy grabbed Heather’s crutches and helped her friend up, then handed them off.

Heather didn’t put her foot down, she was used to moving around without doing that. “How do you feel?”

“My leg feels so different. Lighter.”

“The weight of the cast,” he said. He moved and opened the door and walked out into the hall. She figured she might need to follow but didn’t want to get in the way.

Heather was moving down the hall and Daisy went to the door to go too. Guess she couldn’t stay here.

Dr. James turned and came back to her. “You were good with her,” she said. “She’s tough, but the thought of the saw made her nervous.”

“Not a problem,” he said. “Is that a new fashion statement?”

He was pointing to the goggles. “Duh,” she said, taking them off and handing them over. “I’m used to wearing them. I don’t even realize they are on half the time.”

“I bet yours are nicer than these,” he said. His were back in his pocket.

“I’ve got so many pairs. Some look like safety glasses and are in different colors. Others look like reading glasses. It depends on my mood and what I’m wearing that day. You know, a girl thing.”

“So it seems,” he said. “They still looked a lot better on you than me.”

“Thanks,” she said, flipping her hair back a little. She wasn’t sure why she did that. Just a nervous motion and felt like a silly fool after.

He laughed though like he got the joke. Yeah, a joke. It made her feel better at least.

“Heather is the last door at the end of the hall.”

“Thanks,” she said. “Maybe I’ll see you again.”

“Maybe,” he said and moved past her.

That didn’t sound promising to her so she had to push her disappointment aside. As Heather said, he could be in a relationship.

Or more like she wasn’t his type. Not that he knew one thing about her, but he was a doctor and she was someone who barely could afford to live on her own.

She moved to the door and saw it open, Heather sitting in a chair, a nurse putting another brace or something on her friend’s leg.

“Where were you?” Heather asked.

“Talking to your doctor.”

“Oh really?” Heather said, winking at her.

The nurse looked up. “Dr. James is such a nice guy. We all love him here.”

Maybe she could get some information. “He does seem very good with the patients.”

“He is,” the nurse said.

“Bet he’d be a great husband or father too,” Daisy said.

Heather rolled her eyes. It was probably too much, but there was no reward without risk.

“He probably will be at some point,” the nurse said. “When he finds someone. He’s all work and no play.”

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