Chapter 18
Rosa perched on Street’s lap in the waiting room. She didn’t care if she seemed weird to the worried-looking woman who sat in a chair facing the hallway leading to the exam rooms. This seemed to be a safe space.
After several long minutes, Razor walked a man out to meet the waiting woman. The moment she saw him, she jumped to her feet and rushed forward. “Jim? Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry they called and bothered you, Beth. I’m fine. Razor patched me up perfectly.”
“How did you put a nail through your hand?” she asked.
“Pure stupidity and bad luck,” the man said before turning to Razor. “Thanks, Doc. For checking me out. I may not be too happy with you for that tetanus shot later.”
“Stop joking around, Jim. This is serious. What do I need to know?” she asked Razor.
“He’s off work for five days. Paid leave, of course.
The nail luckily went through the meaty section of his hand and missed everything important.
Watch for fever or any change of sensation in his fingers in the next twenty-four hours and call me immediately if anything happens.
We’ll see if he would benefit from some therapy after he heals.
No heavy lifting. Ice on and off the injury will help. ”
Razor handed the woman a small sack of supplies and reviewed his medication.
“Two Devil Daddies will meet you at his car. One will drive the car home for you and jump on the other’s bike for a ride back here.”
“Oh, I can drive,” Jim protested.
“I’ll be glad to have Pirate change all your preset radio stations to AM, old-fashioned country stations if you cause trouble,” Razor said with a knowing stare.
“Fine.” Jim dug in his pocket and pulled out the keys to hand to his wife.
Watching Razor in action taking no shit from anyone amused and reassured Rosa. She could tell he cared about his patients and understood their personalities. If she had to trust someone, Rosa would choose Razor.
“Take care,” Razor told him cheerfully before turning to Street and Rosa. “I’m sorry you had to wait. Come to room two.”
“How did he put a nail through his hand?” Street asked as he boosted Rosa to her feet.
“Someone smashed their head through one of the wood panels on the wall at Inferno last night. Jim replaced the damaged section on his own instead of getting help to hold the wood in place as instructed,” Razor explained.
“And the panel slipped,” Street guessed.
“Throwing off the nail gun. Getting him unfastened from the wall was the biggest challenge.”
Rosa glanced between the two men, absolutely horrified by the scenario they discussed. “Ouch!”
“Exactly, Rosa. Come on back. Let me look at your injury first.”
Rosa glanced down at her hand as she allowed Street to guide her to the exam room. Thank goodness she hadn’t done something that scary.
“Up on the table, Little girl,” Razor announced and waited patiently for her to settle into place.
“How does this feel?” he asked, checking the slightly pink patches where the busted blisters had occurred.
“It’s good. I’d say ninety-five percent perfect,” Rosa rushed to assure him. She would have said one hundred percent but figured she’d risk him not believing her since her hand held traces of her injury.
“Good. This pink skin tells us these spots are still healing. If you promise me you’ll always wear gloves, I’ll give your Daddy the okay that you can help Fury now,” Razor said.
“I promise,” Rosa blurted. She’d do her best to keep them on all the time. Well, unless she needed to hold a pipe barehanded to get a better grip.
“Always,” Razor repeated, giving her a look that signaled to Rosa that he suspected she might have other plans.
“Okay. I’ll wear them,” Rosa said, understanding Razor wouldn’t give her permission unless she meant it.
“Done.” Razor glanced at Street and warned, “Remind Fury as well. Most likely, he won’t forget, but stressing Rosa’s need for gloves and asking him to check sporadically will help Rosa remember not to take them off even for a second to do something.
Duct tape around the wrist opening would work if she doesn’t follow directions. ”
Rosa swallowed hard. Razor had accepted her promise but had layered another level of supervision on her. Honey must not get away with anything. Her friend’s statement about feeling better after a spanking ricocheted into her mind.
Street chuckled. “Good idea, Razor. I’ll tell Fury when I talk to him.”
“Now, we’d discussed birth control earlier,” Razor said, watching Rosa’s face. “Did you want to have an exam so I can prescribe pills for you?”
Street allowed Rosa to answer.
“Yes, please.” Rosa swallowed hard and whispered, “I’m kinda scared.”
“Would you like me to share what I’m doing as I perform your physical?”
Rosa nodded. Her muscles had already stiffened with stress, making the movement small. She wiggled her shoulders, trying to relax.
“Then that’s what I’ll do. Okay, Rosa. Your Daddy is going to help you undress while I update your records. I’ll meet you at the scale to record your weight and height.”
Razor picked up a paper file and walked to the counter. He jotted a few notes in her file as he waited patiently.
“Up on your feet, Dinorosa,” Street said, helping her slide from the paper covering the table. Without rushing her, Street stripped off her T-shirt and shoes before removing her jeans, panties, and socks.
She held his hand as she walked naked to the scale.
The bright light in the medical room felt like a spotlight.
All those nervous feelings had rebounded and multiplied.
She shivered in the air-conditioned space as she stepped onto the old-fashioned scale.
Focusing on the wall in front of her, Rosa avoided looking at either of the two men. She could do this.
“Good job, Rosa. Street, she’s gained a couple of pounds since her hand injury. She’s still underweight, so keep offering nutritious food whenever she’s hungry. I’ll note this in your chart while you climb onto the table, Rosa.”
In a moment, Razor was by her side with a soft sheet. “You’re cold, Rosa. Let’s drape this around your shoulders.”
“Thank you,” she said gratefully as she huddled under the material, wishing for her Devil Daddies blanket.
Razor checked her ears, nose, throat, and eyes before fitting his stethoscope into his ears. “You’ll have to drop the cover so I can listen to your lungs.”
Street pried the material from her fingers and held her hands as Razor listened to her heart and lungs. “You’re fine, Dinorosa. You’re being so good,” he reassured her. Rosa kept her eyes on her Daddy. She was so glad he was here.
“On your way to that premium treat,” Razor teased. “Lie back. I’m going to check your breasts and tummy before I do the pelvic exam, Rosa.”
Thinking furiously, she tried to come up with an excuse to avoid that part. Her breasts were so sensitive. Any touch seemed to trigger her arousal. Razor would immediately see when he did her exam.
“Razor understands Little girls, Rosa. Don’t worry,” Street said.
Begging her Daddy with her eyes to get her out of this, Rosa held her breath as she waited for his reaction.
“Rosa, I promise all your secrets will remain with your Daddy and yourself. Anything we discuss or that happens here is private information,” Razor said quietly, drawing her attention away from Street.
Razor’s gentle eyes reassured her. After a second’s hesitation, Rosa nodded and allowed Street to help her settle on the padding.
She focused on the spot right above her and couldn’t stop a laugh from bursting out of her mouth.
Someone had plastered a cartoon on the ceiling, depicting a stiff, arched cat hanging upside down from a branch.
The words underneath read “I’m perfectly fine! ”
“Honey picks those out for me,” Razor said. “She wants her friends to have something funny to read.”
Razor pressed several spots on her tummy. “Does this hurt, Rosa?”
She shook her head, reading that funny line over and over.
“I’m glad. I’ll do your breast exam. Do you check your breasts for changes every month?” Razor asked.
Rosa hesitated and then shook her head to tell the truth.
“It’s important to learn what your tissue feels like so if you find something different you can identify a potential problem as soon as possible. Your Daddy is going to take this over for you.”
“Street, the Saturday after her period ends, I want you to press in a circular pattern like this.” Razor’s fingers pushed gently into her skin, rotating around her breast. “Be sure to check under her nipple as well. Assess the other breast to make sure everything is okay, Street.”
Holding herself still as the men touched her, Rosa thought of a million things at once to distract herself. She could feel herself getting wet between her thighs, like there was a direct “I’m excited” nerve that linked her sensitive mounds to her pussy. Razor was going to know.
“Perfect. Just like that. Anything you’re concerned about?” Razor asked him.
“No. But you examine her as well to make sure I didn’t miss anything,” Street requested.
Rosa bit her bottom lip to keep from protesting. Razor efficiently examined her breast. The sensations seemed overwhelming as the stimulation continued.
“Rosa, your Daddy did well. Everything appears healthy. Feet up in the stirrups so I can finish your exam,” Razor told her, spreading the sheet back over her torso.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Rosa tangled her fingers in the soft material as the men fitted her heels into the metal cups. To her surprise, they wrapped a band around her calves to attach her firmly to the support. Instantly she struggled, shouting, “No! Let me go!”
The bands eased within a second. She pushed herself up to sit and tossed the cover onto the ground. Her breath came in heavy pants.
“You’re okay, Rosa. I’m sorry I scared you. Your Daddy’s ready to wrap his arms around you if that helps you,” Razor’s voice seemed to come from a long distance away. Rosa concentrated on the words as she struggled to process what the doctor had said.