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“It could’ve been worse.”
I could be in the morgue next to Earl.
He nodded, then shifted his weight like he was uncomfortable with the conversation and gestured toward my thigh.
“I need to check your incision and make sure everything looks okay.”
I threw the covers off my leg, and he held up his hand.
“Hang on. Let me get the nurse, so she can bandage you back up once I’m done.”
Dr. Weaver stepped out to grab the nurse, and I pulled the sheet over my leg. Not even thirty seconds later, the door opened again.
“Knock knock,” came a cheerful voice.
I turned my head just as a pretty brunette walked in. She was probably in her late forties, wearing dark purple scrubs and a badge that readEmily, RN.
I’d seen her a few times, but I was under the impression she was either a traveling nurse or worked part-time because I didn’t see her regularly.
She gave me a friendly smile as she grabbed gloves and gauze from the supply cart. “I hear we’re doing a dressing change.”
“That’s what they tell me.”
Dr. Weaver came in behind her, already gloved up. “You ready?”
“Sure.”
He peeled the bloodied bandage back, checked the site, and asked me to flex my foot and wiggle my toes while he talked through what he saw. I kept my answers short, mostly because the incision felt weirdly tight, and partly because the nurse was now crouched at the foot of my bed, head tilted, watching.
When Dr. Weaver finished, he nodded at her. “All yours, Emily.”
She reached for the fresh bandage, and I adjusted my hips, just enough to let her get a better angle, and the gown shifted.
And that’s when it happened.
A draft hit me first.
Then I caught her pause, and I realized my floppy dick and balls were hanging out.
Shit.
“Sorry about that,” I said while I quickly repositioned my gown.
Emily didn’t blink. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Relax. Just try not to move while I tape this down.”
Thank God it isn’t Jade working on me.
The first time she saw my dick, it needed to be at full-mast, not stuck to the side of my leg.
Dr. Weaver, to his credit, kept his eyes on the wall while he stripped off his gloves. “I’ll note everything looks good and we’re changing the dressing daily unless there’s drainage.”
“Cool,” I muttered.
Emily was professional, fast, and had no problem pretending like I hadn’t just flashed my junk at her in the middle of morning rounds.
By the time she stood up and peeled her gloves off, I was wishing someone would just shoot me again.
“There you go.” She gave my shoulder a pat. “If you need anything, press the call button.”
