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“And this is normal? Kinda like a Rochambeau of possible solutions?” Noah asks.
“I like to think of it as a process of elimination,” Dr. McHottie replies professionally.
“Is there anything that you need, Rhiannon? More blankets?” he asks me.
“I could seriously use the facilities,” I reply.
“Of course, let’s unhook you.” He begins to remove the wires from me.
“It’s kind of like I’m hooked up to jumper cables.” I laugh as he pulls the last one from the sticker.
“I’m pretty sure that you would short-circuit it, if that was the case,” he says quietly. Although, not as quiet as I’m sure he was intending. I meet his eyes, he smiles, holds out his hand to help me up, and I take it. My hand grasps his strong-corded forearm as his other hand goes around my waist to steady me on my feet, and I feel butterflies from the contact.
“I’ll, um - escort you to the restroom,” he says.
I let go of his arm, and his hand drops away from me as he opens the door, and we exit the room.
“You seem to be better than when you were first brought in,” he observes.
“Whatever that cocktail was muted some of the pain. It’s still there, but I can function and breathe better,” I reply.
“Well, that’s good. The bathroom is just in there.” He points down the hallway just in front of us.
I thank him and disappear into the space. The smells of hospitals always make me cringe. Hollybrooke General has a hand sanitizer smell to it that I feel like I’ve been dipped in. Upon finishing my personal business, I exit and am confused with where I am. I must look lost as one of the nurses at the station comes to my side.
“You okay, dear?” she asks.
I look to her and her graying hair with streaks of pink and purple with kind eyes waiting for my answer.
“Um, yes. I am not sure how to get back to my room. Dr. McHo-I mean Dr. Mattias escorted me over here, but I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings.”
She gives me a knowing smile, pats my shoulder, and then takes me back to the main nurses station. She asks my name as she picks up one of the hospital tablets, then scrolls on the screen then leads me in the direction of my room.
Once inside, I get back on the stretcher.
“So, have you gotten his number yet?” Noah asks.
“Well,I’m not 100% sure what is happening with you, since the cocktail that I ordered kinda muted your symptoms.”
Well, he just got less hot.
“So, what you’re saying is that you messed up?” Noah asks.
“No, we eliminated the main concern, and that was Rhiannon’s pain. I looked at the X-rays and we’re clear on the pericarditis. Based upon what you mentioned about caffeine and your headaches, I’m leaning toward ulcers. I want to get a prescription for an acid reducer and see if that helps.”
“What if this is the first time that I’m experiencing this?”
“You would likely have a recurrence, but I want to make sure that your stomach lining is good to hopefully alleviate any recurrences. I see that you’re in Mercy, do you have a doctor there?” he asks.
“Closest doctor to Mercy is here.” I smile.
“Well, lucky me.” He smiles. “I do clinic as well as the emergency department; I can make sure that you get an appointment with me for a follow-up.”
“Okay,” I respond.
“Good. It was nice meeting you guys; take care of our girl here. And Rhiannon,” his voice drips with pure seduction as his smoldering gaze returns to me. “I’ll see you in two weeks.”
