Everything I Don't Deserve/Post Malone

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Austin called out to Dr Helms that we were in the kitchen as he tried to adjust himself in his pants, it seemed to just make the problem worse. God, just stop touching it Austin. His cheeks turning pink when he caught me watching him. I knew mine were too. He just bit his lip and shook his head, laughing slightly as he sat on a barstool at the counter, where I just noticed two plates of food. It was the best idea for him to just hide that damn thing, Jesus.

I sat down beside him and was picking at my scrambled eggs as Dr Helms walked in.

"Well you are eating! That's a great sign. Still feeling nauseous?" He said placing a bag on the counter and walking over to me.

"Trying, not much of an appetite but I know I need it. Thank you for coming out this morning." I said, sitting down my fork.

"Not a problem, let me look you over real quick and I'll get out of here, let you eat and get some more rest. You looked at yourself in the mirror yet this morning?" He said digging in his bag and pulling out a small flashlight. He walked over and started shining the light in my eyes, feeling like it seared into my brain. He pulled out a blood pressure cuff and started checking me.

"No.. not really looking forward to that. I'm sure I look fantastic." I sighed.

"Not gonna lie, it's pretty terrible Jordan. It will take a couple weeks for those bruises to clear up. Quite the shiner too. Damn thing's nearly swollen shut. You are lucky your injury's were as mild as they are. Heart rate is a little elevated... probably from the pain.."

Don't think it's the pain doc but you keep thinking that... I thought as Austin let out a barely audible snicker beside me.

"Anything else painful this morning, any other symptoms? You feeling ok?" Dr Helms said as he placed his things back in his bag. "Adrenaline can cover injuries sometimes, you don't feel them till later."

"I'm still a little dizzy this morning. Nothing like last night thankfully but other than just a headache and my face feeling terrible... oh my ribs. They are sore. Where he kept pushing the gun in my side." I ran my hand over my side where I had noticed it was tender this morning.

"Let me take a look.." he said as I lifted my shirt uncovering a nasty looking bruise I didn't know was there.

"Shit!" I said. "I didn't even realize."

Austin got up and walked around to where Dr Helms was and grimaced. "Damn Jo.. it's black.."

"This isn't going to feel good but I need to check and see if you cracked those ribs." Dr Helms pushed hard on the bruise, as I yelped slightly and Austin grabbed my hand. "Any shortness of breath? Pain when you breathe?"

"No. No not really. It hurts a little when I take a deep breath but not too bad." I said as he dropped my shirt back down.

"I don't think they are broken, you would have noticed it by now, just bruised up. You are very lucky Jordan. Austin, bring her to my office in a week, we will get those stitches removed. I think you will be fine. You call me if you need me. Lots of rest, remember the list of things you need to avoid. I'll let you have coffee tomorrow morning. Eat, you need the protein, helps the brain recover. The dizziness should subside by morning; if it doesn't give me a call and I'll set her up for another CT. I think you will be fine though. Ice that face, ribs too if it helps. Keep her comfortable Austin."

We told him our thanks again and Austin walked him to the door as I ate, I didn't have much of an appetite but I knew Austin would be on my ass if I didn't.

"Damn, I didn't even think about your ribs. You never mentioned it." He said as he sat back down beside me and started his breakfast.

"They weren't hurting till this morning.... I want to see myself. Is it as bad as I think it is?"