Smooth, paved roads (mostly)...another point for the city. I’ll tell Beau about it later.
But I think he knows because he looks harried as he apologizes for the bumpy ride. He helps me out of the seat while Dr. Nemesis opens the door for us.
“You don’t have to open a clinic for me, I can go to whatever the local emergency room is, or maybe an urgent care.” Not because I care about putting the hot doctor out, but because I don’t want to be indebted to her.
“This is closer. And what kind of person would I be if I let you suffer when I could do something about it?”
Just my luck, she’s Dr. Florence Nightingale.
She also gives me some anonymous pills that I take without too much question, because the pain has gotten worse again after the truck ride.
Sometime later, I think about what a good decision maker I am, because those pills were amazing, and not poison. Not only do I feel better about my wrist, but I also feel much kinder to this lovely woman.
These pills are magic.
Dr. Lovely goes to get the X-ray machine set up and leaves me in the exam room with Beau.
“She seems nice.” The drugs help me mean it, forgetting my earlier jealousy.
“Amanda? Yeah, she’s great. Best doctor in the whole county.” Beau’s distracted by looking at my wrist.
“So great. How do you all know each other?”
“Went to school together up till college.”
Hmm, that’s grand. How do I ask him if they’ve known each other, biblically?
Dr. Amanda comes back in before I find a subtle way to ask. “The X-ray machine’s all ready, Sonia, if you want to come with me?”
“Sure.” I’ll go anywhere with the pretty, smart lady with the magic medicine. Apparently, I would be exceptionally easy to kidnap.
She leads me down the hall, and with no more pain in my wrist that I can feel right now, my brain is freed up to think of a way to pump her for information.
“Here we go, let’s get this lead vest on. I have on good authority they’re the height of fashion in Paris right now.”
She’s funny too? And pretty and smart and accomplished. I love this for her.
She takes the X-ray efficiently. “I’ll just get the images.” She excuses herself after dropping me off in the exam room.
“How’s your arm?” Beau asks.
I look down at it, forgetting for a bit that it was injured. “Swollen. But I can’t feel it right now.”
“See, being friends with a doctor means you get the best meds.”
“Did you get the best meds when you dated her?” That’s the smoothest I can come up with, considering how much I want the answer, and a better segue doesn’t seem to be coming.
Beau gets awkward and starts straightening up some children’s books on the table next to him. Wait a minute. Is something happening with them? Do they have an on-again-off-again thing that I got dragged into? Do they have sister wives down here?
“We dated a few times, but there wasn’t a spark. It was like going out with my sister. We called it a day and went back to being really good friends. With no benefits. There were never any benefits,” he clarifies before I can ask.
“Hmm.” That wasn’t quite the answer I was hoping for. But it could have been worse, I suppose. A lot worse. “When did that happen?”
“Right after I got back from college. For just a few weeks.”
Whatever. He’s allowed to have a life before he met me. And we’re not permanent either. So he’s allowed to have a life after me as well. The only time he’s not allowed to have a life with perfect Dr. Amanda is when he’s with me.
I guess the restriction is just for the next few days. That thought is about as depressing as me breaking this arm. Or whatever I’ve done with it.
