Paging Dr. Adams

Chapter Eight

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It was around eight in the morning when a knock came on Emily's door.

"Come in!" She shouted. Jason came in, still dressed in his pajamas.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted to eat. I figured I could run out, or I could attempt to make something simple for you. Be warned though, my mom didn't raise a chef." Emily laughed.

"You can just make something easy. After having hospital food for so long I'm not that picky."

"Sure thing. Do you need anything?" Emily's face started turning red.

"Actually, I kind of have to pee." She looked down, embarrassed. But she couldn't walk on her own yet, and she really had to go to the bathroom.

"Alright, urination is the norm after waking up!" Emily's face burned as he helped her into the wheelchair and pushed her into the hall bathroom. He went to lift her up once more, but she stopped him.

"I think I'll be able to figure this part out on my own. Thanks." Jason nodded, and he went out and closed the bathroom door. Emily knew he didn't go far. His shadow still hung around outside.

She used her good hand to shimmy her pants down, which ripped them. The plastic temporary clothes she wore were not made for long term wear, and she forgot to call Tiffany with his address so she could bring her clothes. She maneuvered the chair into the best angle she could and slowly rocked and jumped with her bottom as she made her way onto the toilet. She hadn't taken her pain medicine yet this morning and already she could feel the pain coming back into her movements. Emily was beginning to think she should just risk the embarrassment and let Jason help her. But she kept trying, and finally, after ten long minutes, she was able to finish, wash her hands, and call to Jason to help her get her wheelchair out of the bathroom.

Jason didn't ask how it went. He figured it out when he saw her ripped plastic plants on her lap, covering her lady parts. He hesitated before asking,

"Do you want to get washed up and borrow some of my clothes? I'm sorry for not asking last night, I don't know what I was thinking. You must have been uncomfortable the whole night."

"It wasn't really that bad. Between how much rest my body needs and my pain meds I take at night I usually sleep well. But I would like to get a shower and put something on." Jason nodded.

"Alright, I'll be right back." Emily sat awkwardly, still only partially covered. He returned only moments later with a pile of fabrics in the arm, and her pills in another. He handed her the pills and grabbed the water bottle for her. Emily gladly took them, part of her still hoping that he wasn't drugging her. After all, these circumstances were unheard of, and he could still be a murder for all she really knew about him.

"Here you are. I was going to wait until after breakfast for you to take them, but you look like you need them now. I only have a pair of sweats and shirt that will be a bit big on you. So. . . How do you want to do this? The shower in my room is much bigger, so it will probably be easier for you to shower in that one. Plus, in all honesty I haven't cleaned the hall shower since I've moved in here." Jason rambled, nervous as to how this would work. Sure, he was a doctor and he knew how to be professional about a naked body. However, Emily was different to him, and he couldn't explain the softness he felt for her, not even knowing the woman for more than a couple months.

"I hate to ask, but I think I'll need help. After the toilet adventure, I don't know how capable I am of getting in and out of the shower." Emily was nervous, though she knew he'd seen her before countless times. But this time he wasn't checking her wounds, which had finally healed to angry pink lines covering her now pale skin. He was helping her shower, an action that could be intimate if the circumstances were different.

"Not a problem."

Jason wheeled Emily through his room, which was decorated in grey, black, and white. Emily found his room was the only room in the house which had any hint to his personal life. A picture of Jason, an older man and women, and a female close to his age sat on his dresser, as well as several other pictures and decorations around the room. It was easy for Emily to see the resemblance of the four in the photo, who must be his parents and sister. Few clothes were out, a lab coat laid across his black comforter.

Once they arrived in the master bath, which was surprisingly large and decorated in deep greens and blacks, Jason started the shower. He made sure it was on the perfect temperature before he turned to Emily. Emily, unsure what to say, began stripping her uncomfortable plastic clothes and handed then to Jason. He only briefly looked over Emily before he dropped the plastic into the trash. Of course he wouldn't stare, no one would ever want to see her undressed again, would they? Emily's emotions turned slightly sour while Jason pulled out plastic covers to place over her cast and injured leg.

"Your casts can't get wet, and your leg needs to be free from normal soaps. I only have men's shampoo and body wash. We can go out and get some stuff later if you want."

"Okay. And I'm ready now." Emily prepared herself as he lifted her, bridal style. She knew she had lost weight, but it shocked her how easily he lifted and walked with her. He sat her down onto the bench and into the hot shower stream, Emily softly sighing from it. She hadn't had an actual shower since her accident, only bed baths, and this was heaven. Her eyes closed on their own accord, and Jason took this time to look over how her scars were healing and was once again thrown by her beauty. His eyes must have lingered to long, much longer than needed for injury assessment, because Emily has opened her eyes and caught him staring.

"Um, Jason?" Jason composed himself.

"I wanted to see how your scars were doing. Sometimes they open back up when you begin moving more and aren't in bed as often."

"I see." Emily grabbed a washcloth from the stash beside the shower and began to wash herself with the body wash. She loved the manly smell, which had a slightly sweet smell as well. She pretended she washed the scars away, because she knew he would never check her out. He only pitied the stupid woman who got into a car with a drunk driver.

The shower passed in mainly silence, neither one knowing what to say. Jason helped her wash her hair, dry off, and put the clothes on. Emily's stomach growled as he rolled her to the living room.

"The shower was awesome. Thank you for helping. I'm just a bit hungry now." Emily felt awful for needing help with so much, especially since she had nothing to offer her.

"Also, do you mind if I borrow a phone to call a friend?" Jason handed her a phone.

"Sure, I'm going to make us some breakfast now. The password is Neveah13, capital N." Emily typed in the password, and immediately saw why he picked it. On the screen was a picture of Jason and a little girl, probably around 3. She had the same hair and bared a resemblance to Jason. Emily's gut panged. He had a daughter.