Her pale complexion has worry gnawing away at me, and I crowd her space, stepping between her legs, needing her close to me. “Do you have stomach pains?”
“No.”
I wonder if this is something I should have been aware of before now? A condition maybe? Fuck, why the hell haven’t I had a medical file drawn up on her?
“Have you experienced sickness before now?”
She shakes her head. “No.” She pushes at my chest for me to take a step back, but I remain unmoved. “I’m sure it’s a one-off, Azrael.”
Slowly, I inspect her. Her eyes have dark circles beneath them, her face ashen, and if this is something more serious, she might become dehydrated. Jesus, she could already be. “I’m going to call a doctor to check you out.”
I push aside the concern about setting that request in motion, the outcome could be catastrophic should my father get a wind of me showing concern for one of the slaves, though there’s never been a cause for concern before now.
She croaks, “That’s not necessary, Azrael.”
I glide my hands up her naked thighs, relishing the goosebumps rising in my wake. “I’d prefer it. I’ll run you a bath while you wait.”
She begins to shake her head again, but I send her a deadly glare that forces her to slam her lips shut, and has me smirking when she puckers into a pout.
“You’re so stubborn,” she mumbles.
“I’m dominant,” I throw over my shoulder, twisting on the bath taps. “There’s a clear difference.” I turn to give her my attention, ignoring the way my balls ache with a satisfaction only she can provide. “Come”—I hold my hand out for her—“you can get in while I make the call.”
She rolls her eyes, and if she weren’t sick, I’d spank her for it.
“It’s pointless wasting anyone’s time. It was a one-off, Azrael,” she says with confidence.
“In that case, there’s nothing to worry about.” I kiss the top of her head and help her into the tub. When her body disappears beneath the bubbles, I head out the door and make the call.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Azrael
I refused to allow the doctor access to Hevan until she finished bathing and was covered by a robe. When he suggested he press on her stomach, I almost combusted with fury; she was completely naked beneath the robe. There was no possible way I was allowing him to see her like that, and what possible reason did he have for wanting to touch her?
The next time she needs a fucking doctor, it’s going to be female; there’s no way in hell I can endure this again.
Jensen was on hand to try and simplify the medical bullshit spewing from the doctor’s mouth, and I have to give it to him; the man has a way of calming me. But it was Hevan’s tender touch and compassion that made the examination a possibility.
Jensen left the room, giving us privacy, and I entwined my hand in Hevan’s as she lay on the bed, wearing my shirt and a pair of my boxers.I need to get her some clothes.The little red dress I purchased for her is not enough, and asmuch as I like her wearing my shirt and boxers, this isn’t something I would be able to take her out in, should I choose to.
After examining Hevan, the doctor suggested running blood and urine tests as a precaution.
Which leads to now. She sits on my lap in the wingback chair while he dips her urine with a test stick.
Hevan rests her head on my shoulder, and her soft breath against my neck has me tightening the arm I have banded around her. She appears so tiny and vulnerable sitting here with me, and there’s a sick part of me that loves it. She’s completely dependent on me. Mine.
The doctor clears his throat. “You say she was purchased from the auction?”
Annoyance rumbles in my chest with him speaking about her like just another whore, not even addressing her, so I slide her off my lap and onto the chair to give him my full attention.
“I said I brought her home from the auction house. I never mentioned purchasing her from the auction itself.” The suggestion of me participating in the auction riles me, and a bead of sweat gathers on his forehead.
“All the women are tested there and are injected with a contraceptive,” he says, casting a glance in Hevan’s direction, and I move in front of him to shield her from his view.
“Yes,” I snap back. He’s wasting my time stating the obvious.
“Did she undergo all the usual medical procedures?”
