“Her patients are healing faster because she works with them until they find a balance that lets them rehab their injuries without terrible pain.” She indicated his walker with a nod. “Do I need to brace this so you can stand?”
He could see Harrison in the lobby waiting to drive him home. “Uh, yeah,” he muttered. He folded the paper she’d given him and jammed it into his pocket as he reached out for the handles of the walker.
Instead of the insincere smile she’d greeted him with earlier, her eyes sparkled. “Good work, Tanner.” She held out her hand to shake his. “I’ll see you tomorrow. If there’s anything else I can do that will help your rehab, let me know.”
She still bugged the crap out of him, but she’d worn his ass out. He was hurting in areas he hadn’t ached in for a couple of months now; she knew her stuff. That was worthy of some respect. He took a couple of steps away from her, glanced around, and said, “Hey, Jordan.”
“You know my name,” she teased.
“Yeah,” he said. “Will you let that doc know I’ll be calling her?”
“Of course,” she said. She reached out to pat his upper arm. “See you tomorrow.”