“Well, lucky for you, that’s all about to get better. Okay, let’s get this cast off and have a look, shall we?”
He slid across the floor on his stool with wheels to a machine, grabbing what looked like a small saw and sliding back next to the bed I was on.
“What the fuck is that?” I asked, my eyes as big as saucers. “Sorry, but what the hell?”
“It’s a cast saw, it cuts through the fibreglass casing,” my surgeon explained.
“What if it cuts through to my leg?”
He gave me a reassuring smile. “It won’t, I promise.”
“I can’t watch. Can you knock me out or something? I can’t watch. You’re about to put that sharp, spinning wheel of death right against my leg. I need to be unconscious.”
“Alexis, it’s fine. I’ve had it done before, you’ll be fine,” Derek placed his hand on my shoulder and lightly flexed his fingers. It was nicely comforting but I wished he was Bryce standing there reassuring me and calming me.
I covered my face with my hands. “Do it, just do it.”
I heard the saw start up, and I swear I nearly passed out. “Oh my God. Oh my God,” I muffled through my fingers.
Within minutes my leg was free, but I was still covering my face, breathing deeply.
“Alexis, it’s done.”
I opened my eyes and peeked though my fingers. It was done, and as my surgeon pried the cast apart and away from my leg, I cringed. It looked shocking. My skin was dry and peeling and there was still minor yellowing from the bruises around the incision marks.
“Yuck, it looks hideous.”
“It does not. It actually looks really good. It’s healed nicely. Now, can you push against my hand?”
I tried to push his hand away with my foot. I could do it, but only weakly.
“That’s good. How does that feel?”
“Okay.” It did feel okay, just getting some air to it was nice.
***
Derek drove me home after I was fitted into a moon boot. It was much heavier than the cast but it was so much better in the sense I could take it off as long as I kept my foot completely still. I could also itch as freely as I’d liked. I thanked Derek for all his help and organised another lesson for the following day.
Later that night after I’d just settled in bed, my phone rang.
“Do you miss me?” I answered, after seeing a picture of my Mr. Hotness Clark appear on the screen.
“Do you need to ask?” he replied, and I visualised him smirking. “So how’d you go at the surgeon’s clinic today?”
“Good. I’m wearing astronaut’s foot attire. It’s rather sexy. And best of all, I can itch and scratch as much as I like. Mind you, he cut my cast off with a friggin’ saw, Bryce. A sharp, fast and incredibly scary saw. I was terrified.”
“Awww, Hunny, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. At least Lucy was though, I’m sure she would’ve held your hand.”
“Actually no, she wasn’t. She got held up in traffic. Derek took me instead.”
“Derek?” he questioned rather quickly. “Why did Derek take you?”
Oh, fuck! How do I explain this without giving my secret away? Shit! Crap! Balls!
“He called in to pick up something just as Lucy rang to say she was not going to make it. Seeing that I was without a ride, he offered to take me and bring me back.”
“Right,” he mumbled. “That was nice of him.”
There was an awkward silent pause. Shit!
I had to think of something to break the pause. “So, about this naked picture...I was thinking real time would be better.” I hate myself sometimes. I am my own worst enemy. Stupid, stupid Alexis.
“What did you have in mind?” His tone changed, my suggestion having successfully side tracked his thoughts from Derek.
“FaceTime me.”
Almost instantly, I had a request come through to my phone for a FaceTime chat. I hit accept and was pleasantly greeted with my handsome man’s sexy face.
“There’s my gorgeous lady.”
“There’s my yummy man.”
“Just seeing you makes everything better.”
I sighed.
“Show me your moon boot, and you better be naked.”
I giggled, “Hang on.” I put the phone down. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I stripped my nightie off completely then laid myself back down on the bed, positioning myself in my most sensual pose. “So, Mr. Clark, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
All of a sudden, I was staring through the phone at a chandelier, and I could hear the unzipping of his pants. I was squinting at the phone trying to make out exactly what he was doing when the phone moved again and Bryce’s handsome hankering face was staring back at me. “What do you want to see first, Ms. Summers?”