may need to tie you up and keep you all to myself," he said, letting his mouth slip into a sideways grin, as he moved his hand off his lap and onto the examining table, lightly brushing her waist in the process.
"What?" Jenna squeaked out, feeling her cheeks suddenly burning with heat.
He couldn't know about my dream, could he? she pondered with fear. The memory of what she'd imagined him doing to her — touching her, pleasing her…
"Ow! Jesus, Doc, I was just kidding," he answered, jerking his arm back. Jenna realized she'd accidentally squeezed his shoulder in her mortification at the memory of her dream.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," she quickly mumbled out, before dropping her hands and turning to her desk to make a note. "Well, um, I will make a record in your chart that you have tenderness and inflammation in the rotator cuff…" she continued, wanting to punch herself at the realization that she'd let her control get away from her at the worst of times.
If there were ever a reason to make it through an appointment quickly, this was it. I might break him before he escapes from me.
"Do you need to take a moment, Doc?" he teased, and she forced herself to glare at him — anything to stabilize her fraying nerves.
"I thought you said you were going to take this seriously?"
"I am. I'm just also making the most of my time with you. You don't make it easy on a guy."
"Easy on a guy or just not easy on you?"
"Let's focus on me right now."
"That's what I'm trying to do, or at least this examination, Mr. McCoy. And you can put your shirt back on and have a seat. The physical portion of the exam is over now."
"Speaking of this appointment, did you get my text and voicemails? I never heard back from you. Maybe I need to call my cellphone carrier and complain," he mused, though his eyes were scanning her face intently.
"I got them. I must say, I felt that was pretty inappropriate of you — to contact me like that. How'd you get my number?"
"Eloni was nice enough to give it to me. I told him you left something in the locker room."
"Oh, did I? And what was it that I left there?"
"My number," he answered with a smile, and Jenna couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her mouth, though she did quickly recover and straightened her face before Wyatt continued speaking. "I wanted to give it to you, but you ran off before I could."
"I guess that makes me some kind of cyber Dr. Cinderella?"
"Phone numbers are much more efficient than glass slippers, but that Cinderella was more receptive."
" He was a charming prince."
"And I'm not?"
"Oh no, not going there, Mr. McCoy. But I appreciate the information. I will be sure to, um, thank, Eloni when I see him for his next appointment."
"Don't be mad at him. I tricked him."
"I'm not mad. Actually, I'm a little flattered."
"I knew you had it in you, Doc."
"But flattered or not, I am seriously concerned about your shoulder, Mr. McCoy," she said, sitting down at her desk and taking the MRI results out of his chart. "Look at these images, particularly right here. These are from the MRI that your team had done after the Denver game. We aren't just looking at impingement and tearing, we have evidence of serious and repeated damage to that right shoulder. Basically, you had a sudden trauma during a prior game. From the notes here it was a few weeks before the Denver game. Your arm bone was forced hard into the shoulder socket. Add onto that, the repeated trauma you are seeing in other games, and the damage is simply not healing on its own. That is quite serious."
"I've been doing physical therapy."
"I saw that in the notes. I had hoped the physical examination would show some progress from it, but it doesn't look that way."
"I can get a cortisone shot to my shoulder before games."
"Cortisone shots are great. But, they need to be used sparingly, and you can't rely on them.
"I'll do more PT."
"Physical therapy hasn't been enough, so far. A treatment
"What?" Jenna squeaked out, feeling her cheeks suddenly burning with heat.
He couldn't know about my dream, could he? she pondered with fear. The memory of what she'd imagined him doing to her — touching her, pleasing her…
"Ow! Jesus, Doc, I was just kidding," he answered, jerking his arm back. Jenna realized she'd accidentally squeezed his shoulder in her mortification at the memory of her dream.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," she quickly mumbled out, before dropping her hands and turning to her desk to make a note. "Well, um, I will make a record in your chart that you have tenderness and inflammation in the rotator cuff…" she continued, wanting to punch herself at the realization that she'd let her control get away from her at the worst of times.
If there were ever a reason to make it through an appointment quickly, this was it. I might break him before he escapes from me.
"Do you need to take a moment, Doc?" he teased, and she forced herself to glare at him — anything to stabilize her fraying nerves.
"I thought you said you were going to take this seriously?"
"I am. I'm just also making the most of my time with you. You don't make it easy on a guy."
"Easy on a guy or just not easy on you?"
"Let's focus on me right now."
"That's what I'm trying to do, or at least this examination, Mr. McCoy. And you can put your shirt back on and have a seat. The physical portion of the exam is over now."
"Speaking of this appointment, did you get my text and voicemails? I never heard back from you. Maybe I need to call my cellphone carrier and complain," he mused, though his eyes were scanning her face intently.
"I got them. I must say, I felt that was pretty inappropriate of you — to contact me like that. How'd you get my number?"
"Eloni was nice enough to give it to me. I told him you left something in the locker room."
"Oh, did I? And what was it that I left there?"
"My number," he answered with a smile, and Jenna couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her mouth, though she did quickly recover and straightened her face before Wyatt continued speaking. "I wanted to give it to you, but you ran off before I could."
"I guess that makes me some kind of cyber Dr. Cinderella?"
"Phone numbers are much more efficient than glass slippers, but that Cinderella was more receptive."
" He was a charming prince."
"And I'm not?"
"Oh no, not going there, Mr. McCoy. But I appreciate the information. I will be sure to, um, thank, Eloni when I see him for his next appointment."
"Don't be mad at him. I tricked him."
"I'm not mad. Actually, I'm a little flattered."
"I knew you had it in you, Doc."
"But flattered or not, I am seriously concerned about your shoulder, Mr. McCoy," she said, sitting down at her desk and taking the MRI results out of his chart. "Look at these images, particularly right here. These are from the MRI that your team had done after the Denver game. We aren't just looking at impingement and tearing, we have evidence of serious and repeated damage to that right shoulder. Basically, you had a sudden trauma during a prior game. From the notes here it was a few weeks before the Denver game. Your arm bone was forced hard into the shoulder socket. Add onto that, the repeated trauma you are seeing in other games, and the damage is simply not healing on its own. That is quite serious."
"I've been doing physical therapy."
"I saw that in the notes. I had hoped the physical examination would show some progress from it, but it doesn't look that way."
"I can get a cortisone shot to my shoulder before games."
"Cortisone shots are great. But, they need to be used sparingly, and you can't rely on them.
"I'll do more PT."
"Physical therapy hasn't been enough, so far. A treatment
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