her face. “Any pain?”
“No.”
“I want to run some tests. A urinalysis and some blood work. It will…” At her reaction, he stopped.
She shook her head and started getting off the examining table. He stepped back to give her room. “Okay, you win. No tests, but you need to watch for blood, and if you start having pain urinating or if you feel dizzy, you need to get to a doctor.”
He watched as she visibly relaxed. “Good, now let’s take a closer look at your back.” He instructed his nurse to lay out what he needed. Turning back to his patient, he said, “We’re going to open that wound. I’ll numb it, but it’s still going to be painful. I think that you’ll do better if you lay facedown on the table. Do you need for Francis to help you?”
“No, I can do it.”
* * * *
Galynn bit her lip against the pain. The doctor hadn’t been mistaken when he said it would hurt. Even with the numbing agent, she could feel him probing for glass. The relief was instantaneous when he pulled a piece out and the wound opened.
“That’s it. The body is a wondrous machine. When a foreign object like a sliver or a piece of glass invades it, white cells form and try to expel the object. I know it didn’t feel like it, but the glass was close to the surface. Most of the pain occurred because I made sure there weren’t more pieces in the wound. The worst is over. I’ll put some antibiotic cream on and bandage it, and you’ll be done, except for a shot of penicillin. If you have dry clothes in your bag, put them on. If they’re wet, Francis can get you some scrubs to wear. After you’re dressed, come to my office.”
Galynn traveled light and only had a few things in her backpack. The one change of clothes was damp, so she took Francis’s offer of scrubs, thankful that at least her panties were dry. After asking the way to doctor’s office, she headed out the door and ran straight into Cooper. Her heartbeat sped up, and she felt the blood rush to her face. She ducked her head to hide her blush and tried to keep her voice steady. “I can’t thank you enough for your help.”
“Are you ready to go?” He stood silently, waiting for her answer. He looked like the doctor, but she’d never mistake him for his brother. His black hair made the blue of his eyes stand out. But it was more than just his physical appearance. He had an aura of kindness, but then, how could she judge? At one time she had thought Mick kind and caring. Look what that had gotten her. Still, there was something about this man.
Hopefully he isn’t experiencing the same feelings about me
. Not that it mattered. She’d be gone before either of them would act on it. “I have to see the doctor first.”
She started down the hall but after only a few steps turned back. “Would you come with me?”
When he caught up with her, she fought the urge to take his hand. She must be a basket case. She was too vulnerable. It would be better once she got rid of the fever and caught a little sleep. “After I talk with the doctor, could you drop me off at a motel?” Looking down at herself, she added, “I could call a taxi, but he might be a little reluctant to take me looking like this.”
“No trouble, there’s one just up the road. It’s old but clean.”
Grant was waiting for her and heard the conversation. “Not a good idea.”
“What?”
“You need to have someone keep an eye on you tonight, and you’re going to need help dressing that wound.” He handed her a bottle of pills and a tube of antibiotic cream. “I want you to take one in the morning and one late in the afternoon. I gave you an injection, so start these tomorrow. And take them all. A lot of people stop when they feel better, but they shouldn’t. Use the cream when you dress the wound, which you need to do every day. If you see any red streaks or if the redness doesn’t change, call me or get into a hospital. I can’t emphasize enough how serious this is.”
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