Page 45 of 21 Years of Jane
I sighed when the door opened and closed again. I glanced at Dr. Bright and saw him holding two skeletal pelvic bone models. I glanced at Nolan who had leaned forward and was looking at them curiously.
“When two people have sex, there is a lot of pelvic movement,” Dr. Bright said sitting down. “Essentially, with the amount of thrusting that you will be doing, your pelvic bones will be coming in contact a lot.”
He tilted the larger bone to demonstrate. My face turned bright red.
“Now, your femur is located in your pelvic bone. Healthy femurs can obviously take this; unhealthy femurs cannot. Do you understand why I can’t say yes?” he asked, looking at me.
“No,” I replied bluntly.
Dr. Bright side heavily and set the molds down on the small table. He ran a hand over his face and looked at me.
“Alright, if you’re strong enough to stand on your two feet, then you’re strong enough for sex,” he said finally.
I looked at him defiantly. Nolan was giving me a sad smile, but I had a surprise for both of them. I used my hands to push myself up to a seated position and then swung my legs around the side of the bed. I looked down at the floor a little apprehensively because I was going to have to hop down, which meant landing on my feet.
I took a deep breath and lowered myself as far as I could onto my right foot. Nolan instinctively moved forward but I waved him away. He hovered for a moment until I gave him an annoyed look.
Once my right foot was securely on the ground, I lowered my left one gingerly. It hurt like holy hell, but I had a point to prove. I shifted all the weight that I could into my right leg and pushed myself away from the bed.
Even though my left leg was slightly bent, I still had my foot touching the floor.
“Good enough?” I asked Dr. Bright.
“No, but I have a feeling that you’re not going to listen to me anyway,” he replied with a small smile.
“Janey, how did you do that?” Nolan asked as I pulled myself back onto the bed.
“I’ve been practicing when you’ve been at work,” I admitted proudly.
He didn’t look too happy about that, but I figured he would get over it. After all, he couldn’t possibly think that I would just sit around in my chair and not do anything all day.
“I expected this,” Dr. Bright said, reaching for my file. “I need you to sign this paper. It’s an AMA release.”
I asked Nolan to hand me the clipboard and I signed the document. He handed it back to Dr. Bright and then we were on our way home.
Chapter Fourteen
Saturday, June 29th
I spent most of the night listening to a lecture. Nolan told me that while he was beyond proud of me, he was upset that I had been forcing myself to stand because that could possibly disrupt my healing process, and if I fell, I’d have no way of getting to the phone to let him know.
The next morning when I woke up, I was in a vice grip. The kind of grip that said I don’t trust you enough to not try to walk to your chair.
So I laid there and stared at the ceiling for another twenty minutes until he woke up. And when he did, he brushed his lips against my neck, his hair tickling my face.
My frustration at being semi-restrained went away and I smiled. He loosened the grip around my waist and pressed his lips a little harder against my neck. I felt something weird happening inside of me as he gently rubbed his hand across my waist, before throwing the blankets off of us.
Six days ahead of schedule, I had my first physical experience with the man that I loved. It was awkward because he did his best not to hurt me (the femur situation mostly) and because he insisted that I stay on my back. It didn’t particularly last very long and it wasn’t particularly spectacular, but it was with Nolan and that made it absolutely perfect.
We laid there breathing heavily and slightly sweat covered. He had me pulled close to him as we stared at the ceiling, and I did my best to put my new, nagging femur pain in the back of my mind.
“Wow,” he finally said.
I laughed.
“Thank you,” he said.
“For what?” I asked, turning my head to look at him.