?It?s never going to heal if you keep tearing the stitches.? A pause, then he continued, ?You shouldn?t have been fighting tonight.?
Doc removed the length of red-stained white bandages from Candy?s hand as he spoke. His attention moved an almost accusing gaze toward Tony?s door, but drew back to his patient when she spoke.
?Ton?s not the boss of me.?
The glare that came along with that statement expressed that no one was her boss in her opinion and the only reason she allowed Doc close was out of medical necessity. Candy?s reputation preceded her, Doc didn?t press that matter further. With the bandages removed, he held the back of her hand and inspected her palm. His lips creased in a frown.
His other hand came up, pressing the back to her forehead, as he asked, ?Are you sick??
Twitch. Candy instinctively smacked his hand away from her head.
?No.? Her response came flat and with another glare.
Surprised, Doc brought his hands away. ?You?re burning up.?
?Can?t be helped,? Bringing her wounded hand back to his attention, ?This, however, can.?
Her gaze read: Get to it.
Resigned, he returned to inspecting her hand. Long moments passed before he spoke again, ?You should see a healer.? Catching the tensing of her jaw, he continued, ?Or take a hiatus from fighting.? She continued to watch him darkly and he added, ?Your choice. I?m not stitching you up again.?
?Fine.?
?Good.?
Looking genuinely pleased, he produced a card from his pocket with a business name and address.
?Addie does good work.? He didn?t go so far as to infer that Candy might like the woman.
She let him wrap her hand back up as she skeptically looked at the business card.
Doc removed the length of red-stained white bandages from Candy?s hand as he spoke. His attention moved an almost accusing gaze toward Tony?s door, but drew back to his patient when she spoke.
?Ton?s not the boss of me.?
The glare that came along with that statement expressed that no one was her boss in her opinion and the only reason she allowed Doc close was out of medical necessity. Candy?s reputation preceded her, Doc didn?t press that matter further. With the bandages removed, he held the back of her hand and inspected her palm. His lips creased in a frown.
His other hand came up, pressing the back to her forehead, as he asked, ?Are you sick??
Twitch. Candy instinctively smacked his hand away from her head.
?No.? Her response came flat and with another glare.
Surprised, Doc brought his hands away. ?You?re burning up.?
?Can?t be helped,? Bringing her wounded hand back to his attention, ?This, however, can.?
Her gaze read: Get to it.
Resigned, he returned to inspecting her hand. Long moments passed before he spoke again, ?You should see a healer.? Catching the tensing of her jaw, he continued, ?Or take a hiatus from fighting.? She continued to watch him darkly and he added, ?Your choice. I?m not stitching you up again.?
?Fine.?
?Good.?
Looking genuinely pleased, he produced a card from his pocket with a business name and address.
?Addie does good work.? He didn?t go so far as to infer that Candy might like the woman.
She let him wrap her hand back up as she skeptically looked at the business card.