Stay {BWWM} C.Evans

Chapter 11

Author's Note: Rated NC17 for sexual content, language and some mentions of mental health and injuries.

"How is your shoulder feeling, Simone?"

"Um...it's better."

She nodded, watching as her doctor—Dr. Robels—wrote down some notes on his clipboard. She hated going to the doctor. It was true, she figured—"Doctors are the worst patients". The entire aspect of going to the doctor's office where she wasn't the doctor in charge made her anxious. It also didn't help that Chris was running late when he told her he'd be there before her. The doctor's fingers pressed into her shoulder and she cried out.

"I thought you said it was feeling better."

"Can I just go back to work?"

"You need to be in a sling for another two weeks at the very least, Simone." He told her. "Doctors need their hands, you can't perform your job well unless you have easy access to both of your hands."

Simone let out a sigh of frustration. "I feel so useless sitting around the house."

"I understand. At this point, we can put you in a more mobile sling."

"Okay."

A triple knock interrupted them and  Chris's head poked around the corner. "Hi, god, I'm so sorry, my plane got delayed and my phone died," he said, speaking to Simone before shaking the Doctor's hand. "I'm her f—boyfriend, I'm her boyfriend."

Simone cocked an eyebrow up. "You okay, babe?"

"I'm fine, yeah." He nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets after knocking some snow out of his hair. "What's up?"

"Simone needs to stay in her sling for another two weeks, and I'm recommending she also stays out of work until she's out of her sling."

Chris nodded and rubbed Simone's back after seeing her sigh in disappointment. "She's going a little insane being in the house all by herself."

"I can see that." The doctor responded with a slight chuckle. "It's only been a month and a half, Simone. You were in a very serious car accident, you can't rush healing."

"I know," she mumbled and Chris kissed the top of her head.

"Did the nurse take your urine sample?"

"Yeah she did, and the blood sample," she added, tapping the inside of her elbow.

"We need to redress your gash on the side of your neck."

"Okay." The doctor left for a moment and Chris sighed, placing a loving kiss on her temple.

"Are you upset with me?" he asked in a low voice.

"You knew I was nervous about this appointment and you were late," she said.

"I'm sorry, baby. I told you my flight was late; it was out of my hands."

"I know—ugh, I'm sorry. I'm just really upset. I wanna go back to work."

"I knew you were gonna be stubborn about this."

He chuckled lightly, standing between her legs in front of her on the examination table and kissing her forehead. Her face was still scattered with various wounds healing at different speeds. The larger one was still red and angry, but the smaller ones on her face were bright pink and ready to heal completely. He hated seeing her all banged up, and Simone knew it.

"Hey, it's okay. They're almost all gone," she assured him, kissing his jawline.

Chris sighed. "It's the one on your neck that freaks me out. One more inch and you would have bled out in seconds, Simone."