“No.”
“Double vision?”
I shook my head.
“Well, I don't think you have a concussion, but I wouldn't mind keeping an eye on you for a while.”
“What about my ribs?” If those were fractured or broken, it would be a long time before I could get loved up on by my Italian stallion, and I was kind of hoping to get laid tonight. It had been almost two weeks.
“X-rays show that they are not broken, but I suspect you're going to be painted black and blue for a while. I'll wrap your ribs with an Ace bandage for the next couple of days to take some of the pressure off.”
I groaned, watching my wish for sex fly out the window.
“Your cheek is going to be a little harder to deal with. It's not broken or fractured either, but the swelling is not going to go down any time soon. You're going to have raccoon eyes by morning.”
“I'll call my mother and ask her to keep the kids for a few more days.” There was no way I wanted my kids to see me all bruised up.
“Okay, close your eyes. Time for your tracker.”
I closed my eyes and waited for Skip to get to work. When nothing happened, I opened them again and glanced at the man. “Skip?”
Skip glanced up from the chart he was working on. “Hey, how was the nap?”
Nap?
“I fell asleep?” It felt as if I'd only had my eyes closed for a few seconds.
Skip smiled. “Just as soon as you closed your eyes.” He walked over to the side of the exam bed. “You've been out for about an hour, Lany. Have you not been getting any rest?”
“Not really,” I admitted. “Sal has been gone, and I've been living in some craptastic shoebox apartment down on the west side for the last ten days. I never sleep well unless Sal is in bed with me.”
I think it was a safety thing. I never felt truly safe unless I knew he was there to protect me.
Maybe I needed to think about that.
“Where's Sal?”
“I believe he is in his office with the others.”
“Can I go?”
Skip nodded. “You can go, but nothing strenuous, okay?”
I doubted I'd get to do anything strenuous anyway. Sal was going to have me on a very short leash until he got over me disappearing like I had.
It would be a while.
I sat up and then swung my legs over the side of the exam bed and then, to my embarrassment, had to slide down until my feet hit the floor.
I hated being short.
Unless I was plastered against Sal and then I was the perfect height.
“Thanks, Skip,” I said as I headed for the door.
“I'm getting a chef for my yacht, Lany,” Skip said without looking up from the chart. “He doesn't need to work full time, so keep the injuries to a minimum if you can.”
I let out a snort because that was funny. “Doubt that's going to happen.”
