His Medicine Woman. Stella Bagwell
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“That’s all of it?” Naomi asked weakly.
Bridget carefully lifted the woman’s hand to clamp off the shunt. “We’re finished with this for today. But you’re going to need another one tomorrow. I’m going to leave all of this stuff in your hand so I won’t have to stick you again,” she explained. “But it’s all taped down securely so nothing should move or hurt. If it does, tell Johnny, okay?”
Nodding faintly, Naomi turned her milky gaze on her grandson. His only response was to touch a hand to his grandmother’s hair.
With tears stinging the back of her eyes, Bridget hurriedly gathered up her medical instruments and organized the prescriptions she was leaving for the woman to take later tonight.
“When are you coming back?” Naomi asked as Bridget hastily scratched instructions on a small piece of notepaper.
“Tomorrow. Unless you need me before then.” Turning back to the bed, she folded her hand around Naomi’s shoulder and gently squeezed. “I’m leaving my number on the nightstand. If you need me for anything—day or night—have Johnny call me. Okay?”
To Bridget’s delight, the old woman attempted to smile.
“Yes. I will. Thank you.”
Ignoring the usual doctor/patient protocol she normally practiced, Bridget leaned down and kissed Naomi’s cheek.
“You’re going to get better soon,” Bridget promised her.
After telling the woman goodbye, she gathered up her medical bag, then motioned for Johnny to follow her out of the room.
Once they were in the hallway, she purposely kept her words and her voice professional. “You’ll find her medications and the schedule for taking them on the nightstand. Keep offering her fluids throughout the day. If she needs to get up for any reason, like a trip to the bathroom, you or Charlie need to be by her side to assist her. She’s so weak she might fall and hurt herself. If you see any change for the worse don’t hesitate to call me. I’ve left my cell number with the medicine schedule.”
Except for his gaze traveling over her face, his expression was unmoving and she could only guess as to what he was thinking, feeling. To say he was a man who kept his emotions hidden was an understatement, but Bridget knew better than to pry or prod. She had always understood it was hard for him to share that private part of himself with anyone, even her.
He said, “I’m sorry this is causing problems with your schedule.”
His gaze followed her hand as it smoothed back her hair. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to having my days and nights interrupted. It’s just a part of the job. Now I’d better be going. I have to be back at the clinic in less than an hour.”
Not waiting for a reply, she ducked her head and started to step around him, but his unexpected words stopped her.
“I—was wrong to say those things to you in the kitchen,” he said in a low, strained voice.
“Yes. You were,” she agreed.
He closed his eyes and it was all Bridget could do to keep from dropping her bag to the floor and flinging her arms around him. To be close to him, to love him was all that she’d ever wanted, needed.
“These past two days have been very hard for me,” he admitted.
“I understand. You love your grandmother very much. You don’t want to lose her.”
His eyes opened to stare straight into hers. The contact jolted her, filled her chest with an ache so all-consuming it very nearly took her breath.
“I’m talking about you,” he said flatly. “You being here again. Touching you again.”
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