“Not feeling too trapped?”
I start to shake my head then stop. “No.”
“We’ll go a little tighter, then. It’s said to help prevent sudden, involuntary movements, decreasing the risk of tossing and turning.”
“Like a weighted blanket,” I counter.
“Exactly,” he says with his eyebrows raised. “This will be the perfect substitute.” He shoves his fingers into the crevices between my body and the bed. The blanket hugs tighter around me until I’m no longer able to wiggle my arms.
“Now you’re snug as a bug.”
“Yeah. A non-wiggling one.”
He laughs and ruffles my hair. “Night, Riley.”
“Night, Doc.”
“No Doc. Only Sam right now. It’s important you recognize the difference.”
My stomach knots. “Night, Sam.”
***
My eyes open and pain shoots up my legs from my knees. I’m on the floor with my hands sticking out in front of me as I finish gaining consciousness. How did I get on the floor when Sam tucked me in so tightly? I never realized how restless I was when I slept. No one had ever told me about it before. I mean, Stephen fell asleep watching TV in the living room a lot but . . . is that why?
My eyes blink some more and I grip onto the bed, groaning loudly when I try to stand. I must have hit the floor harder than I realize, and when I’m finally standing all the way up my head spins. Leaning forward, I fall to my side in bed and roll to the center. Stretching out makes things worse so I curl up on my side, and I’m worried I’ll have to rock myself to sleep while sharp throbs crawl deeper inside me, until the door snicks open.
Feet pat against the floor and the bed dips when Sam lowers himself beside me. He rubs a hand through my hair, demanding I tell him where it hurts. My body shakes, mouth opening only to make a small whimpering sound.
“If you can’t tell me, then we’ll have to do a full body exam.”
“I . . . I . . .”
“An exam it is, then,” he says, his voice matching the distress I feel. “It’s okay. I’m here. Your doctor is here.”
He tugs down the blanket, gently rolling me to my back, and he presses on my right shoulder first. “Does this hurt?”
I shake my head.
“Hmm . . . what about this side?” He repeats the action to my left side, and my eyes move from side to side again.
“How about I keep touching and you let out a sound when I reach it.”
I nod, my bottom lip shaking as he drags his hand to the center of my body. I’m only wearing pajama pants. His skin is caressing my skin, the tips of his fingers grazing my nipple as he dips his hand lower. He keeps going, touching my knotting stomach and brushing over my happy trail.
“Hmm. Must be lower.” His fingers stop to press above my groin. He feels around my cock, never once touching it but getting very close and causing it to jerk.
“Am I getting warmer?”
I nod.
“Good. Good.” He squeezes on my right thigh before moving to the left, and when his palm comes in contact with my knee, I let out a yelp.
“Looks like we have a winner,” he chimes and lowers the blanket to my ankles. Tugging at the waist of my pajama pants, he says, “You’ll have to take these off.”
I stay still, suddenly forgetting how to use my hands and legs.
He lets out a soft chuckle. “Looks like I’ll have to help with that too. You might be in shock from the fall. I saw it from the camera in my office. It was a nasty one.”
