Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“Looked like she was trying to rearrange the furniture,” that person said again.
Her heart raced. There was a stranger in her room.
Dominic is here. Dominic will keep me safe.
She glanced over to find an attractive man frowning down at her.
“Not very smart.”
“Hey! I happen to be very smart.”
“If you were, you wouldn’t be trying to move furniture around with sore ribs and a concussion.”
Shoot. She couldn’t actually argue that.
The other man arranged some pillows under her bent legs.
“What were you doing, darling girl?” Dominic asked, laying her legs down. “Why would you get up without calling for me?”
She bit her lip. What to tell him?
The other man grunted. “That’s a guilty look.”
She shot him a glare. He looked unimpressed. Damn, that glare used to intimidate people. At least in her job it had.
“Who are you?”
“Gwen, this is Doc. Doc, Gwen.”
“I gathered,” Doc said dryly. “I’m here to check you over. Even though I don’t make house calls.”
“You don’t need to make an exception for me.” She’d rather he didn’t. Reaching over, she grabbed Butterball, hugging her tight.
“Apparently, I do. Make one house call for the guy that pays you and suddenly everyone expects it.”
Wow. He was a grump.
“So be a good girl and do what I tell you. Or Dominic is going to add to the punishment you already have coming.”
She stared up at Dominic. “What? I don’t have a punishment coming.”
“Did you get out of bed without permission?” Dominic demanded.
“Um, yes.” Shoot. This wasn’t good.
“Did you try to move a chair even knowing you shouldn’t be?”
“I suppose,” she muttered.
“What were you trying to do?” Dominic asked. “And what did you cry out?”
She looked over at Doc, not sure she wanted to say anything in front of him. He already had a heart monitor out and had the clip on her finger. And now he was getting out the blood pressure cuff.
Great.
“Don’t worry about me,” Doc said. “I have my own naughty Little.”
“Caley,” she said.
Doc just grunted. “Heart rate is good.” He removed the clip and started to pump up the cuff.
“Doc has brought you some of Caley’s books for us to read. Now, why were you trying to move the chair?
“Because you put the coloring books up too high.”
Dominic’s eyes widened. “You were going to climb up onto the chair to get to the coloring books that you aren’t allowed to have?”
Hmm . . . when he put it like that . . .
“And what did you say?”
“Um, it was, well, uh . . . I think it roughly translates to I shit in the milk.”
“Gross,” Doc said. “Blood pressure is a bit high. You have medication for that?”
“What?” she asked. “Oh yes.”
“Do you need to see it?” Dominic asked.
“I’ll send for her records now that she’s my patient. Got to take her temperature. Want me to do it anally? I just got a new, extra big thermometer.” Doc drew out a thermometer that was honestly as thick as her wrist.
She gaped at it. “There’s no way that’s going in my butt.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure,” Dominic mused. “She just might need something stretching her naughty bottom.”
“It’s a punishment you don’t have to wait to give her,” Doc said. “She can be stretched without hurting her head.”
“Good to know.”
“No, Daddy!” Panic welled.
“Promise you won’t get out of bed again without me and I’ll tell Doc not to use it,” Dominic told her.
“I promise! I promise, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl.” She didn’t know why her Little was coming out now when there was basically a stranger in the room. But maybe it was the panic of thinking that pipe was going in her bottom.
“All right, Doc,” Dominic said. “Take her temperature with an ear thermometer. This time.”
Yikes.
Doc finished his examination and started packing his stuff up.
“Well?” Dominic asked. “How is she doing?”
“Good. She can come to me next time. Rest is key. Good food. Once her dizziness passes, light exercise. Nightmares?”
“They’ve just started,” Dominic said.
She hated the nightmares. Dark, faceless voids threatening to kill her. Why couldn’t she see their faces?
Doc grunted. “She could talk to Archer. He’s a passable psychiatrist. If you want someone better, I could ask him to recommend someone.”
She gaped at Doc. Was Archer no good?
“Archer is his brother,” Dominic told her dryly. “He’s actually a very good psychiatrist.”
“Debatable,” Doc said.
“What about my phone?” she asked.
“What about it?” Doc asked.
“Can I use it? Watch television? Read a book? Do something? Anything?”
Doc grunted. “You’re getting bored?”
“Yes. So bored. I’m tired of sitting around and sleeping.”
“It’s good for you to rest,” Dominic insisted.
“Yes, she should rest if she’s tired or has symptoms,” Doc agreed. “And when she rests it should be in a quiet place with no distractions. But too much rest can be detrimental too.”
Oh, thank goodness he was going to be reasonable.
“Starting tomorrow, let her get up for a few hours a day. Maybe listen to music, talk to friends. Very short bursts on her phone or computer. If she feels dizzy, has a headache, then she needs to stop and rest. A light walk is fine, but with you at first in case she gets dizzy. But she might get very tired, so an afternoon nap is a good idea. And an early bedtime.”