Page 46 of Sinner's Sacrifice
“I don’t like it when you’re hurt,” he said, tracing the bruise again.
“I don’t like it much either, but shit happened and now I’m hurt. We have to deal with the situation as it is.”
He nodded, took the edge of her open shirt and closed it. He closed his eyes for a moment and let a deep breath out. “I will let the doctor in.”
“Thank you.”
Yvgeny went to the door, opened it, and waved the doctor back in. Once the door was closed again and the doctor was looking at her and not watching Yvgeny, she revealed her right side again.
The doctor focused on the bruise she could only partially see. He examined it visually first, then carefully pressed against it with the fingers of his right hand. The pressure varied as he moved his hand around, causing her to gasp at the increased pain.
“Any trouble breathing?” he asked, moving his hand around to her back and then returning to her abdomen.
“No.”
He stopped touching her to pull out his stethoscope so he could listen to her chest. He had her taking in several deep breaths, moving his stethoscope around with each inhale.
After several moments, he removed his stethoscope from his ears and wrapped it around his neck again.
He smiled at her. “I’ve completed my exam.”
She began rebuttoning her shirt.
The doctor stepped back and sat in the chair in front of his desk. “I don’t believe you have any broken bones,” he said. “But we’ll do a couple of x-rays anyway to confirm that. You do have a couple of bruised ribs, which are going to be sore for a week or two. I can give you a prescription for the pain—”
“No, thank you. Over-the-counter medication will be fine.”
“As you wish,” he said with a nod. “I didn’t detect any other injuries, but if the x-rays show something different, I will call...”
“Me,” Yvgeny said. “I’ll know where she is.”
“Very good, sir. I’ll put the order in for the x-ray right away.” He turned to his computer and began typing. “I would like to do some routine blood tests to ensure there’s nothing else to worry about.”
“That’s fine,” Sam said with a frown. No one, not one person, had asked her name. The only way she’d been identified was as Yvgeny’s paramedic.
The doctor finished what he was doing, stood, and gestured at them to go out the door.
Sam slid off the exam table and shifted into the wheelchair before Yvgeny could carry her again.
He gave her a glare, then got behind the chair to push her after the doctor opened the door.
They followed the doctor down the hall, with Yvgeny’s two guards following them once again. They turned a corner, went down another hallway, then through a double set of doors at the end. The small reception area was attended by a young-ish man in another lab coat. He rushed over to them and extended a hand toward another set of doors.
“Right this way, sir.”
No one looked at her. Again.
Yvgeny pushed her through the doors. The young man pointed at a small curtained off area. “Please wait here.”
Yvgeny parked her chair in the middle of the area, while the doctor drew the curtain all the way around, closing her in some bare modicum of privacy.
There was a furious back and forth of whispers, followed by a snarl of something in that almost Russian Yvgeny spoke.
Yvgeny stepped inside the curtain. “Are you pregnant?”
“No.”
Someone on the other side of the curtain cleared their throat.