“Where does it hurt?”he asks.
I motion to my chest and right-hand side.“I tried to sit up,” I gasp.
“You should’ve called me.You shouldn’t be moving right now.It’s still too fresh.”
“Yeah, got that now,” I say weakly.
He pushes on my shoulders gently until I’m flat against the mattress.Grabbing the remote next to the bed, he hits a button, raising the back of the bed so that I’m sitting up.
“Thanks,” I murmur.
He nods.“That’s what I’m here for.”
I study him as he fusses over me.He’s handsome, polished, put together.And he seems very anxious as he looks me over, making me wonder just how bad my injuries are.
“Am I going to be okay?”
“Yeah, you’re fine,” he says reassuringly.“You lost a lot of blood, and the bullet did some damage, but I managed to … fix it.You’ll be sore and tired for a few days, but you’re going to be just fine.”
“You saved me?You were there?”
“Yeah.Good thing too.I carried you back here.”
“Thank you.I… thank you,” I choke out.
He gently brushes my tangled hair away from my face.“I’ll always take care of you.”
His wording is… strange, but I’m too busy wiping away my tears to comment or ask him about it.
“I need to take a look at your bandages.”
“You’re a doctor?”
“Yeah, sorry, I should’ve introduced myself sooner.I’m Dr.Christian McAdams.”
“Good to meet you, Dr.Christian McAdams.I’m Quinn Hastings.”
I raise my arm as he lifts my hospital gown slightly.My breath catches as his fingertips touch my skin, and we lock eyes.He seems so intense, and I could swear his eyes are almost glowing as he stares at me.
He rips his eyes away to check the bandages taped to my chest and side.“Looks good.No bleeding.How are you feeling?”
I grimace.“Sore.Tired.Kind of cold.”
“I’ll get you another blanket.”
He practically runs out of the room, returning a second later carrying three blankets.
“Is this a hospital?”I ask as he covers me up.
“Kind of.It’s more of a clinic.We have one operating room and two rooms set up for longer visits, but all the rooms up front are for checkups.”
“Small town.I guess you don’t need more.”
“Yeah, before I moved here, the nearest doctor’s office was an hour away.”
My eyebrows rise.“You started this?”
Dr.McAdams seems so successful, but he only looks a few years older than I am.How is he already a doctor with his own practice?
