Jak
Foster just started dating a wonderful woman named Arden Templeton.
They were having a lovely time, when his former boss, whose job he
was just given, broke in and beat the tar out of him. Jak did a fair
amount of damage to Evan, but his injuries have finally caught up to
him, and he's gone to the hospital.
"You're
a mess, Jak," she said after giving him a thorough going over.
"Why didn't you go to the hospital last night?" Dr. Clayton
crossed her arms, glaring up at him. She was a short woman, maybe
five feet tall in her shoes with special lifts. She reminded him a
lot of Dr. Bailey on Grey's Anatomy.
"Would
you believe, I hurt too damn bad? I didn't want to have to sit in the
cold waiting room for hours on end. I took a pain pill, that I had
left over from my last beating, and went to bed."
"The
good news is you don't have any broken ribs, but there are some
bruised ones. We're going to wrap you up, anyway. I don't like how a
couple of them look. You have to promise not to let yourself be a
punching bag again."
"Scout's
honor."
"You
were never a Scout," she said with a playful frown.
Jak
held up his hand and gave her the Scout's pledge.
"Memorized
that from a book," she said with a smirk as she left.
The
nurse came in and did up his ribs. Jak winced as she wound the ace
bandage around him.
"Jesus,
that hurts more than I realized," he hissed as he put his shirt
on with her help. "Thanks."
"Doctor
says to take the rest of the week off."
"I
have to get into the office this afternoon. I promise I won't overdo,
just something I have to take care of."
She
frowned. "Doctor won't like that."
"I
know. I promise I'll only go in for thirty minutes."
The
frown deepened.
He
explained briefly what he was going in to do. "Fifteen?"
"Ten."
"Thirteen."
"Twelve
and a half." She winked at him.
"You
drive a hard bargain, Helen. Okay."
"And
you're not to drive. Let your lovely girlfriend drive you over."
"If
she can't, I'll have someone do it. I promise."
"Okay,
I might be happy now."
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2016 Dellani Oakes
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