One of the cops had an envelope in his hand. They walked over to the bed, their faces somber. I thought for sure he was about to be charged with something serious.
"Rez! Man, you did a number on yourself."
He smiled weakly at the cops.
"Tell me about it."
"You gotta get well soon! All the guys at the station told me to tell you that."
Trent laughed and nodded, even though I could see he was in pain. It took a practiced eye. But he was in agony with the lowered morphine dose.
"Just wanted you to know that your blood work somehow got lost. Records department snafu."
"What a shame."
They all laughed companionably as the cop ripped up the envelope in his hand. I could not believe what I was hearing. It was despicable. He could have been killed! Or killed someone else!
Instead they were all patting themselves on the back.
I was seething inside as Trent grinned at them, flashing that perfect smile.
"Thank you guys. I really appreciate that."
"Thank you, Rez! You are the King. Get back in the saddle soon."
"I will."
"Is everything... functional? It didn't get chopped off did it?"
Trent laughed, shaking his head 'no.'
"Thank God! That would be tragic for all of us."
The other cop pulled something out of his jacket, along with a sharpie.
"Hey Rez, could you sign something for me?"
I swooped in like a mother hen, waving them off.
"No signatures. Enough. His hand is in a cast."
The cops left looking abashed. They actually backed out of the room, as if they didn't want to take their eyes off of my patient. I stood over the bed, muttering as I increased his dose again.
"Why did you tell the doctor to lower your meds? I swear, male patients are the worst. So pigheaded."
"I wanted to be awake when you came back."
I ignored him, making a note in his chart about the morphine.
"Don't be stupid. Pain puts stress on your body."
I looked at him sternly.
"And don't lie to me again."
He grinned and held up his good hand. The one not in a cast.
"Did you know them?"
"The cops? No."
"So why did they do that?"
He shrugged, wincing.
"Just fans I guess."
"Fans of what?"
He cocked his head to the side, giving me a probing look.
"You really don't know who I am?"
I finished my notes and looked at him.
"No. You are my patient. Beyond that it's none of my business."
There was a funny look in his eyes just before the meds hit, making his pupils expand.
He looked... determined. Like I'd just issued him a challenge.
A chill went down my spine.
"I'd like to show you what I'm famous for, Alexandra."
I patted his shoulder. I couldn't resist the urge to comfort him. He looked so sweet as his eyes drifted shut, his dark hair curling over his forehead.
"Just focus on getting better. Maybe I will let you show me then. And call me Nurse."
"I am going to remember you said that. Nurse."
He was smiling as he fell asleep.
Chapter Four Trent
I spent an hour staring at the ceiling trying to make the intense itching inside my cast go away. It covered my entire right arm and shoulder. And it itched.
A lot.
Not just in one spot either.
It itched in several spots.
Many spots
All the spots.
I was doing the deep breathing exercise that I did to stay focused during shoots.
It wasn't helping.
Nothing was helping except passing out for a few hours. But as soon as I was up, that wiggling feeling came back again. After three days of this, I was going to lose my God Damn mind.
"ARGH!"
Alexandra popped her head in the door. Perfect. I hadn't seen her for days and here she was, seeing me act like a lunatic.
That wasn't going to get me what I was after.
Her.
I'm not sure when my fascination with the bossy, prissy nurse had started. But it had blossomed into something much bigger than just an attraction. I was fucking obsessed.
For her part, she barely knew I was alive. I was just a heart and lungs and body parts. She didn't care about me. She didn't even appear to be attracted to me at all.
I had to say that was a first for me.
She was driving me crazier than the damn itching!
"You okay?"
I grimaced. I couldn't help it. She folded her arms over her chest and glared at me.
"Out with it."
"This cast fucking itches."
She laughed. That was good, right? I made her laugh!
No, she was laughing at me, not with me.
"Hold tight."
She left the room and came back with some pills in a cup. And something else. A contraption.
It was... a hair dryer.
"Take these."
"What is it?"
She raised a brow, giving me the stink eye.
"Oh 'Mr. I will put anything in my body' Davis wants to know what these pills are?"
I swallowed the pills abruptly.
"Good boy."
I liked the sound of that. I would roll over and do tricks if she wanted me to. I would fetch the morning paper, that was for damn sure.
RUFF RUFF
She smiled at me and handed me a glass of water.