Whipped

Miss A. whipped out her phone and quickly dialled and called her discrete doctor.

She refused to leave my side… perhaps she was afraid I would run.

Oh if only I could…

She called Kate too and told her to escort the doctor to the room when he arrived.

Carefully she covered the lower half of my body with the covers and we waited for the doctor to come in silence…

I wished he would never come… it would be a humiliating experience and I wasn’t ready for that…

I knew what I did to myself was wrong.

Waiting seemed to take forever…

…

But come he did, the good doctor.

I refused to turn my head to look towards the door… I just wanted it to be over; preferably even before it started.

“Doctor” Miss A. greeted him curtly and quickly scrambled to her feet.

“That’s the patient, I assume?” by his voice he sounded like an older man and his footsteps approached me slowly.

Miss A. nodded.

“Let’s have a look at the damage then, love” he was standing by the bed; I had still not moved my head to look at him… most of all I wanted to pretend this wasn’t happening.

I didn’t want to remember his face.

I heard the sound of latex gloves and scrambling of instruments.

“I’ll have to take your temperature” he spoke as he stuck a thermometer in my mouth. “Close your mouth around it” he instructed.

His hand then grabbed my healthy wrist tenderly.

“Are both wrists damaged?” he spoke to Miss A.

“No… that wrist is perfectly fine…” she replied dryly. “It was a precaution.”

I watched her; standing in the corner of the room and keeping her distance… letting him do his work.

She seemed a bit on edge though.

Not too comforting… I guess I did prefer her to be in charge.

“I need to take your pulse, dear” he turned his attention back to me and unravelled the bandages. He pressed his fingers into my wrist.

“Try to relax, I’m not here to hurt you” he let me know. I kept my eyes on her… oh how I hoped she would keep her promise.

“Be a good girl and trust him, please… sweetie” she cooed.

And I did try… I inhaled deeply and relaxed.

“Much better” the doctor mused and let go of my wrist again.

I frowned because now he was probing the sides of the wound.

Gosh… that stung.

“I need to clean this… it won’t be the most pleasant experience” he let me know and scrambled his instruments once more…

Oh lovely… an honest doctor.

The thermometer in my mouth beeped and he withdrew it.

I drew a deep breath finally free of the foreign object.

“You’re lucky, there is no signs of sepsis yet… that’ll save you a hospital stay”

Sepsis? A hospital stay? Fuck…

My eyes were so wide and Miss A. noticed the horror in my eyes. She gave me a reassuring wink… it did little to dampen the chaos in my head.

“Okay, now this might sting a little…” the doctor set out to clean my wound with what felt like pure acid and he wasn’t holding back.

Hot tears ran down my cheeks as I screamed without making a sound. It was too much.

Way above my threshold for pain.

“Look at me” Miss A.’s hard voice demanded attention through the haze.

I forced my eyes open and tried to look at her… my toes dug into the bed and I was writhing.

“Don’t move, let him do his job” Her piercing blue eyes held mine in an iron grip.

I worked hard on actually lying still… I tried to shut out the pain… to focus on her and let my head and body disconnect.

“Nearly done now” the doctor let me know… but the hot pain just continued… even long after he re-dressed me. “I’m afraid the damaged area is too large to be stitched… be sure to keep it clean”

“Could you look at her back too?” Miss A.’s voice was dry. I could hear the doctor was packing up already… ready to leave I hoped.

“That’s a nasty welt, but it will heal… keep it cool until it’s bearable for her” apparently a look was all it took for him.

Thank goodness.

“And the wrist needs some rest” his voice suddenly sounded like a warning. Miss A. nodded; biting into her lip.

“Call me if the infection resumes” he was leaving and I saw her run after him.

“A word, in private, please?” She asked of him and the door closed behind them…

Leaving me to wonder what they would be discussing… me, probably.