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"Er, ah," he said intelligently and went pink. Then he recovered and turned around to get his stethoscope. He paused a moment and faced me again, his professional face firmly screwed on. <br> | "Er, ah," he said intelligently and went pink. Then he recovered and turned around to get his stethoscope. He paused a moment and faced me again, his professional face firmly screwed on. <br> | ||
"Not nice to surprise your doctor, Rina," he said sternly and then lightened by grinning. "But it does establish that I am heterosexual." <br> | "Not nice to surprise your doctor, Rina," he said sternly and then lightened by grinning. "But it does establish that I am heterosexual." <br> | ||
| − | "I never doubted it," I said. Encouraged by his restraint, I skinned out of my bra | + | "I never doubted it," I said. Encouraged by his restraint, I skinned out of my bra and put it on the table next to my shirt. I joined it a second later and dangled my legs over the side. "That was never the issue."<br> |
I straightened with a deep breath and looked at him.<br> | I straightened with a deep breath and looked at him.<br> | ||
"You gonna stand there gaping or are you gonna check my shoulder?"<br> | "You gonna stand there gaping or are you gonna check my shoulder?"<br> | ||
| − | "I am a professional. I | + | "I am a professional. I never gape,” Arden replied, feigning affront. “I focus intently." He moved closer as he warmed the stethoscope with his hands and put the instrument's head on my joint. "Okay, slowly rotate your arm..."<br> |
''Business as usual.''<br> | ''Business as usual.''<br> | ||
And the examination proceeded. And while Arden was professional, I was fully aware he noted and enjoyed a pretty woman when he saw one, and judging by his reaction when I took off my shirt, he must have thought I fell in that category. I tried not to think too deeply about that as he gave my shoulder the once-over and made a note to discuss it with Christian the next time he had me on his table.<br> | And the examination proceeded. And while Arden was professional, I was fully aware he noted and enjoyed a pretty woman when he saw one, and judging by his reaction when I took off my shirt, he must have thought I fell in that category. I tried not to think too deeply about that as he gave my shoulder the once-over and made a note to discuss it with Christian the next time he had me on his table.<br> | ||
Finally Arden stepped back, the exam done.<br> | Finally Arden stepped back, the exam done.<br> | ||
"Looks like your shoulder is fine. And the rest of you as well." He blushed. "What I mean is you don't have any lingering symptoms or effects from the injuries or the exposure to whatever else we found on Miranda."<br> | "Looks like your shoulder is fine. And the rest of you as well." He blushed. "What I mean is you don't have any lingering symptoms or effects from the injuries or the exposure to whatever else we found on Miranda."<br> | ||
| − | “Good to know. Christian’s been helping me with the rotator cuff | + | “Good to know. Christian’s been helping me with the rotator cuff.” All part of the process we’d agreed to. Getting stripped to the waist and hopping on a table had become almost routine under Christian’s hands and I was gratified to see it didn’t feel much different with Arden. Mind, both situations were strictly business with Christian a therapist and Arden a doctor, but I wasn’t about to quibble. Progress was progress and I’d take what I could get. I took my time getting dressed again, resisting the urge to cover up quickly and dash out. “I was surprised how strong his fingers actually are. They’re slender, but they’ll fool ya.”<br> |
"Massage is good therapy," Arden agreed. “That and not stressing the arm is what has made you almost as good as new. You still need to baby it as much as possible. Joint injuries take six, nine months to fully heal."<br> | "Massage is good therapy," Arden agreed. “That and not stressing the arm is what has made you almost as good as new. You still need to baby it as much as possible. Joint injuries take six, nine months to fully heal."<br> | ||
My shoulder twinged pulling the bra on over my head. Six to nine months of this, I’d be ready to chew my arm off and be done with it. I was more careful donning my shirt and my shoulder let the action slide. I tried not to grouse but couldn’t keep my aggravation from showing when I answered him.<br> | My shoulder twinged pulling the bra on over my head. Six to nine months of this, I’d be ready to chew my arm off and be done with it. I was more careful donning my shirt and my shoulder let the action slide. I tried not to grouse but couldn’t keep my aggravation from showing when I answered him.<br> | ||
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Arden laughed, clearly not intimidated. "You never know until you try it, as my crèche-mother used to say. In any case, you seem to be in prime condition, just let that shoulder heal, massage it, baby it, sing it lullabies, whatever works for you. Just give yourself time to heal."<br> | Arden laughed, clearly not intimidated. "You never know until you try it, as my crèche-mother used to say. In any case, you seem to be in prime condition, just let that shoulder heal, massage it, baby it, sing it lullabies, whatever works for you. Just give yourself time to heal."<br> | ||
“Fine.” I trailed a hand along the edge of one of the fabricated counters, crimped to a bullnose edge, enjoying the smooth curve of it. It put me in mind of something the galley needed and didn’t have, and I knew it would be weeks before my shoulder would allow me to make it. I remembered my collapse on Miranda and I felt my face tightening into a frown, and deliberately eased it.<br> | “Fine.” I trailed a hand along the edge of one of the fabricated counters, crimped to a bullnose edge, enjoying the smooth curve of it. It put me in mind of something the galley needed and didn’t have, and I knew it would be weeks before my shoulder would allow me to make it. I remembered my collapse on Miranda and I felt my face tightening into a frown, and deliberately eased it.<br> | ||
| − | “I’ll try,” I said, giving Arden a dour grin. “I’ll try.” | + | “I’ll try,” I said, giving Arden a dour grin. “I’ll try.”<br><br> |
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