“I am a real doctor. A surgeon, to be precise.”
That sounds familiar, like maybe he’s told me before. I dunno.
“So, you knew how to put my guts all back together,” I ask but get distracted when I see Rafi. Fuck, so beautiful. I wave him down to my level—ow, hand tubes—and I point (carefully) to Dr. Anders, whispering, “He’s even reading the chart thing. It’sweird.”
Rafi pats my hand and nods. He gets me.
Anders clears his throat instead of telling me to shut up because he’s being an adult now. I’ll be an adult, too.
“I do know how to put guts back together, yes, but this was a smaller caliber through and through, so I just stitched you up and flushed you out.”
“Don’t diminish my injuries, Dr. Anders. Dr. Bash. Whatever. But how are you a doctor? You don’t work here except for when I’m getting shot. Are you a doctor at the cave place you and Odd go to?”
“Yes. But we don’t talk about the Cave.”
Ohhh, when this shit wears off, I’m going to have so many questions. “Why is your brother called Odd? That’s kind of a mean nickname.”
“It’s not a nickname in Norway. It’s just a normal name.”
“SayingOddis anormalname feels wrong.”
He smiles, still focused on the chart. “And now you understand our parents’ sense of humor.”
Hmm. It’d be interesting to meet them one of these days. But we need to get the hell out of this hospital. No records. Is it re-cordsorrec-ords?
“I should probably get out of here.”
“That’s our next move. I just needed to make sure you were doing okay after the surgery, but now I’m gonna give you something to sleep. When you wake up, we’ll be back at the vineyard.” He even clicks his pen like a doctor and tucks it away in one of his doctor pockets.
“Oookaaayyyy. Tell Rafi I love him, and give Windsor a kiss on his nose for me.”
I’m already fading when I hear a giggle. That’s Rafi’s giggle. That’s my guy. Man, those bandages on his head look stupid.
I’m going to fuck him so good when I get better.
* * *
It bears repeating—getting shot sucks. And the recovery is no picnic, either, even if I’m at a vineyard and have my dog and boyfriend by my side. But, two weeks out from theincident, and all I have to show for it are two red scars on either side of my left flank. Everyone is super impressed with how fast my recovery is, but Anders just gets a smirky look on his face and stays quiet.
I have to admit Rafi was cool under pressure—well, not cool, per se, but he made the right decisions and showed a lot of courage. Still, you don’t go through something like that without a lot of help, so we’ve set up online sessions with his therapist for the duration of our stay at the vineyard. I sometimes sit in on the sessions with him; they’re surprisingly helpful.
It’s also incredibly sexy that he saved my life by making a shot on a moving target, nearly half a mile out. One day soon I’m going to let Rafi rearrange my guts in a way that doesn’t involve bullets or Anders Bash elbow-deep in my large intestine. For now, I’m just trying to get him to touch my penis.
Right on cue, Rafi walks in with a grin on his face and an appropriately-sized sniper rifle slung over his shoulder.DB was also impressed by Rafi’s incredible shooting skills and took him rifle and scope shopping.
“Have a good day at the range, dear?” I ask, lying on the bed, wearing only boxers.
His grin tips up into a smirk as his greedy eyes take me in. I know he loves the tattoos, so I made sure I’m freshly washed and lotioned up so the colors pop on my skin. His eyes track up and down my body; gonna call it a win.
He distractedly puts the gun away in the new gun safe in the closet and runs back into the room. “This new scope is the tits, I love shooting with it,” he says, crawling up the bed to me. “Wow, so no more bandages.”
His tapered fingers delicately brush the still-red scars, and I inhale sharply.
“Oh, baby. Did that hurt?”
I shake my head. “Not even a little bit.”
“I know it’ll be a while before we can go full-on, but…how does the good doctor feel about abstinence-plus?”
