“When my patient is being uncooperative, yes. Now let me roll up your pant leg. Knowing you, you’re not telling me the whole truth and using that smug smile to fluster me.”
I reached for the pant leg again, he lunged forward, grabbing my wrist in a death grip. I softened a little, a little frozen at the touch. “Please.River.”
I shouldn’t have been so affected by the way I said his name or the way my mind just fluttered, clinging on to the sound of it. It was going to live rent free, and I was suddenly okay with that.
Well, I didn’t know about being okay with it, considering his reputation. He held my gaze longer than any other person should feel comfortable with, but there he was, trying to hold in the pain he was feeling.
“Careful Shooter, she may knock your ass out.” Stray chuckled, breaking the thoughts that circled in my mind.
I returned to the “evil” nurse that he portrayed me as. “If it wasn’t for the fact I need and love my job, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to do.” I sighed again. “Please, just let me look at it, and you can go back to being the flirtatious man that pesters me.” I threw in a pout for good measures, batting my long lashes.
He released his grip but didn’t settle back this time in the bed. I stepped to the left side, trying carefully to roll up the pant leg. I reached his sneaker and he froze again. The fucker was in pain and was trying to play it off. And my money was on that Hound Dog didn’t know or else my phone would have been blowing up.
I leaned over, finally getting a good look at the leg. Slight discoloration, possible swelling further up the leg. The man was going to need an x-ray. I turned my head a little, watching and waiting for a reaction, but Shooter’s eyes were wider than when I first started my exam.
“It’s not nice to stare at a woman’s ass. That would truly get you knocked out.” I tried to laugh, but his reaction wasn’t very happy. I brushed it off.
After examining him, I went to log vitals after they were taken and called Andres to bypass an order for the x-ray stat. I didn’t want him to have any more damage than I feared he did. Even if he still bothered me, no one deserves that kind of pain.
After they wheeled him over to x-ray, one of the residents came down and put in orders for pain meds and would determine the next course of action upon reading the scan. I might have had to agree with Shooter, possible leg fracture and if I was right, at least three months of recovery which he would absolutely hate.
He came back to the room as I entered whatever conversation between him and Stray ceased when I came to view.
“The doctor will be in shortly. Anything else I can get you?” I mainly was just doing my job asking, but his grin came back.
“You, every fifteen minutes.” Oh, he was a tease. If Jennie or Sarah came in, they’d be on the floor in a puddle or even worse, in his lap.
I rolled my eyes, reaching for the blood pressure cuff. “You’re funny.”
“Is that too much to ask?”
“From you? Yes, especially when I have an entire floor filled with patients and a waiting room that needs attention.” It wasn't a complete lie, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.
“But you can make it feel better.” He smirked, his voice intertwining with the beeps from the machines. I ripped the cuff off, wishing that I find a quick escape before the man could say another thing that would both get under my skin and beg him to fuck me.
“I’m not kissing it better.” I booped his nose.
As soon as I turned to head out of the room, I heard, “I have other things you could kiss and make better.”
“You know knocking you out is becoming more tempting by the second.” I let out a growl, and he gave a deep laugh.
“I like evil nurse every once in a while,” he said. I tried to hide a smile, stuffing back down.
I needed my own head examined.
I muttered to myself, looking at the clock trying to find something to look forward to, yet my eyes kept darting to the room holding in a man that could be the devil’s cousin.
“Mr. Brooks definitely has a leg fracture, I’m thinking three months at least if not longer.” Andres appeared at the station. “Not as bad as I thought.”
I scoffed. “Good luck telling him that.”
“You know him?” Andres leaned forward over the counter.
I shrugged. “A friend of a friend of a friend. Pure coincidence.” I went back to charting my other patients, waiting for otherorders to come in. I looked up at Andres, taking a double take. “What?”
“He’s a very handsome man, Amelia,” she said, wiggling her freshly waxed eyebrows, which reminded me, I needed mine tamed.
Chapter 5
