Kinky Boots

What a Woman Wants

"Thank you guys again for letting me stay here," I said.
"Oh, it's our pleasure," Violet's wife, Jaime smiled. "What even happened last night?"
"I don't even know," I sighed.
"Well–" Violet, or Roy, said.
"I don't want to know..."
"You aren't the slightest bit curious to how you cut your leg?"
"No. I'm just curious if it's going to heal correctly."
"They should. That reminds me, we have to change your bandages."
"I can do it, if you want," Jaime said.
"No, honey, you should be resting. I got it." He gave her a quick kiss and headed for the bathroom. She smiled as she sipped her decaf coffee.
"Your husband is a good man," I said.
"He's the best I know," she beamed.
"How'd you guys meet?"
"At the hospital. We were both students helping out with the night shift. All we did was talk for the whole night," she giggled.
"Wow... how long have you guys been married?"
"Seven years."
"And when did you find out he wanted to do drag?"
"That's a complicated story," she laughed. "He lost a bet to a few of his friends and had to do drag. When I saw him do it, he was like a whole new person. So, we figured out how to do the makeup, invested in a few wigs and outfits, and here we are."
"Has anyone ever asked you if he's... y'know..."
"Oh, all the time."
"And it doesn't bother you?"
"No, not anymore."
"Do they kinda just see that you're pregnant and go 'oh, well, he's straight'?" I teased.
"I don't know," she chuckled. "Let me take a look at your hand."

I stuck out my injured hand and rested it on the kitchen table. I flinched as she went to unwrap my bandages. My wound was red and purple and it stung like a bitch.

"It's looking good. I'd be surprised if it gets infected," Jaime said.
"Really?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "Do you want me to check out your leg too? Or do you want Roy to do that?"
"You can do it," I mumbled.
"Alright. Pull down your sweats."

I followed her instructions and was left standing in the middle of the kitchen in my boxers. She removed those bandages and I nearly collapsed in pain.

"You're alright, you're alright," she reassured. "Oh wow..."
"Don't say that!" I panicked.
"I'm sorry, but you might need stitches," she said.
"What‽"
"I know it's not what you wanna hear, but it's true."
"Oh no," I cried.
"Roy!" Jaime called.
"Yeah, I'm here," he said. "Sorry, I couldn't find my stuff."
"Take a look at his leg."
"Oh, shit," Roy whispered. "Do you still have the suture kit?"
"Yeah, it should be in my closet."

Jaime slowly got out of her seat and walked to her closet. She returned a few minutes later with some kind of medical kit.

"Bring him to the couch," she said.

Roy helped me walk to the couch so we could patch up my leg. He grabbed a dish towel for me to bite down on. I laid down, placed the towel in my mouth, and clutched onto Roy's bicep. Jaime took a seat on the ottoman and cleaned up my leg.

"Ready?" she asked me.
"Wait," I removed the dish towel, "aren't you just a nurse?"
"No, I'm an E.R. doctor. Ready?" I hesitantly nodded as I bit on the towel. "Breathe in..." She stuck the needle in and I immediately jolted in place. "Roy, hold him down," she mumbled.

He did as she asked and she continued stitching up my leg. I nearly passed out from the mind-numbing pain, but I somehow powered through. When she was done, she sprayed something on it and wrapped it in a fresh bandage.

"You're all set, honey. We'll check it out in a few hours."
"O-Okay..." I breathed.
"You did great. Roy, could you please grab him some apple juice."
"Sure," he said.
"If something doesn't feel right, just let me know, okay?"
"Okay... Thanks, Jaime..."
"No problem, honey." Roy walked back to give me the juice. I took small sips as he helped Jaime up from her seat.
"How long do you guys think I'll be out of work?" I asked.
"It all depends on how your leg heals, but I would say three weeks to a month," Roy said.
"A-Also, could I get my hand wrapped?"
"You need to air it out. We'll wrap it back up when we change the bandage on your leg," Jaime said.
"Okay," I whined.
"Just try to relax. We'll check on you in a few hours."