Page 101 of Jump Back On

"Gonna be," I promised, but my feet were still moving.

Doc took me up a tiny hall and into the door at the end. There, he had a medical bed-looking thing, and I was guided to it. Sitting was easy, but the pain in my left arm and my body's response? Sitting up without help was not going to be an option.

My world was trying hard to spin. Right now, it was more like a tilt, but I didn't want to deal with it. So, letting out a moan, I lay over on my right side, keeping my injured arm close so it didn't need to move too much.

"We're going to need to get you out of that shirt," Doc told me as he began unwinding the tape around my wrist to get my glove off. "Please tell me you have on a sports bra?"

"Tank too," I promised. "I'm just not sure I can - " I paused as someone knocked at the door and cracked it open.

"Doc?" The voice was Anthony's.

"Gonna need your hands," Doc said. "And I'd like a witness."

So Anthony slipped in. "Too bad we don't have a female nurse on staff."

"I'm not worried about it," I assured them.

"I am," Doc told me. "Ethically, I should have a female assistant to make sure you have a witness in case of malpractice." But he'd moved to the side and was rummaging for stuff. "Anthony, can you help her get her shirt off?"

"Uh..." Anthony's head whipped between Doc and me.

"Tank under it," I told him. "Can't really do it one-armed."

The giant of a man breathed out a sigh that made his shoulders relax. "Ok, then let's get you sitting up." He moved closer, looked me over, and then just gave in.

I wasn't really a little girl, but compared to nothing but guys, I was probably the smallest rider in the PBR. Anthony was massive, and all of it seemed to be muscle. When he lifted me up, I barely had to help. That was the easy part. Getting the buttons undone on my shirt? Not so much. I was fumbling hard.

"Fuck. Here," Anthony grumbled, shoving his hands in to handle that.

"Looks like you've got some experience with that," I teased, needing to crack a joke to keep from moaning again.

His dark eyes hit mine. "Yep. Most of the guys on this tour. Sadly, my love life is rather pathetic."

The last button came free and I pulled my right arm out. The left one? Yeah, it took both of us to get the shirt around my back and then down. But just as Anthony got it off my wrist, Doc stepped in from the other side and pinched my good bicep.

"Poke," he warned, and then followed through.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Morphine," Doc admitted. "No, you won't get a second hit of it, but I need you to stop hurting for a moment so I can start fixing."

"Sounds good, Doc," I agreed just as the warmth of the drug began to take over.

Oh, that was nice. No, it didn't stop all the pain, but it pushed it far enough away that I could tolerate it. A little smile took over my lips and I wanted to lean again, but Anthony stopped me.

"Head down to this side," he encouraged. "Need you on your back, Cody."

"Mm, I've heard that before," I mumbled.

Doc chuckled once. "Ok, well, that's clearly working, so let's see your arm."

"I didn't come off," I mumbled. "I held on good."

Doc barely glanced at my face before he was straightening my left arm and checking it over. The man started with my hand. He poked, moving up to my wrist, and then higher. When he got halfway up my forearm, I could feel it. The pokes were no longer nice.

"Oww," I whimpered.

"Anthony, grab her good arm?" Doc asked.

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