Cum_Inside
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Anna wrinkled her brow in concern.
He really was out of it. Calling her baby so quickly after their fight as if he’d forgotten all about it was not a good sign. And the fact that he was complaining of pain when he took a breath because maybe he’d even managed to crack a rib or two on his way down was not exactly encouraging either.
His vitals were exactly what she expected to find. Blood pressure and heart rate was up. Respiratory rate was a little lower than his usual because he was consciously making an effort to slow it down - if he had a broken rib it would hurt like hell on every inspiration of air.
Anna’s small hands reached for his shirt determinedly and she said, “I’m going to look and see if you're bruised and take a feel for tenderness - you need to be in a Johnny anyway so I’ll help you with that at the same time because you’re obviously in no condition.” Her hands reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head. It may not be quite as professional as her usual care, but Anna had seen these goods before and she assumed Tommy really didn't give a fuck right now. Hell, he’d probably enjoy it. Best to get it over with as soon as possible.
As she pressed her fingers along every surface of his muscular torso she murmured “tell me if I hit a sore spot, okay?” He did jump at a couple points, flinching a little and hissing our a gasp of pain, so Anna made note of it. When she was done, Anna stepped back and reached for the folded gown on the counter. Tommy obediently stretched his arms out and Anna had a spiteful moment where she thought: It only took a head injury to straighten this jerk out — maybe I should have done this sooner to get him to behave himself! Before she firmly shook that off and stepped in close to reach around his neck and pull the strings together.
She was so close that she could feel his breath on her throat and she swallowed her gulp. Even though he’d come from work and smelled a little musky from sweat, Anna loved that masculine smell. The smell of a hardworking man was nothing like the fruity aftershave Adam spritzed on every morning. It wasn’t the best moment, but Anna admitteded that the scent of it usually soaked her panties. Nothing sexier than a man who could provide for his family with hard manual labour.
“I’m going to need you to stand up,” she warned softly. “Those pants have to go, too. Do you think you can manage?” Tommy was rising to his feet before she could even get the words out, but he must have moved a little fast because that palor on his face turned a little green and he stumbled, catching himself with an arm around Anna’s shoulder even as he fought back a twitch of pain. God, he was so strong - his body was a heavy weight wrapped around her as she quickly reached down and unhooked the button of his jeans before pushig his pants to his ankles. She pressed him back to the stretcher and he’d just sat back down again when he reached for the garbage can and lost his lunch.
Anna was starting to feel that creeping worry again.
She smoothed his hair back off his forehead and stroked his back as he heaved, murmuring, “I’ll get Dr. Thompson in here and get you loaded up with meds. You’ll probably need to have a chest X-ray done to confirm those ribs. We’re likely going to have to keep you here and start an IV for fluids. That way we can also better control this pain and nausea. You’ll be pretty annoyed because someone will be with you almost constantly since there’s worry you have a concussion. They can go south pretty quickly so it’s just better you’re not alone,” she warned. By this time, he was done puking, so Anna took a couple steps back again.
“The call bell is there tied to the rail of the stretcher if you need anything, but I’ll only be gone a few minutes and I’ll be back, okay? We’re going to take good care of you Tommy.”
He really was out of it. Calling her baby so quickly after their fight as if he’d forgotten all about it was not a good sign. And the fact that he was complaining of pain when he took a breath because maybe he’d even managed to crack a rib or two on his way down was not exactly encouraging either.
His vitals were exactly what she expected to find. Blood pressure and heart rate was up. Respiratory rate was a little lower than his usual because he was consciously making an effort to slow it down - if he had a broken rib it would hurt like hell on every inspiration of air.
Anna’s small hands reached for his shirt determinedly and she said, “I’m going to look and see if you're bruised and take a feel for tenderness - you need to be in a Johnny anyway so I’ll help you with that at the same time because you’re obviously in no condition.” Her hands reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head. It may not be quite as professional as her usual care, but Anna had seen these goods before and she assumed Tommy really didn't give a fuck right now. Hell, he’d probably enjoy it. Best to get it over with as soon as possible.
As she pressed her fingers along every surface of his muscular torso she murmured “tell me if I hit a sore spot, okay?” He did jump at a couple points, flinching a little and hissing our a gasp of pain, so Anna made note of it. When she was done, Anna stepped back and reached for the folded gown on the counter. Tommy obediently stretched his arms out and Anna had a spiteful moment where she thought: It only took a head injury to straighten this jerk out — maybe I should have done this sooner to get him to behave himself! Before she firmly shook that off and stepped in close to reach around his neck and pull the strings together.
She was so close that she could feel his breath on her throat and she swallowed her gulp. Even though he’d come from work and smelled a little musky from sweat, Anna loved that masculine smell. The smell of a hardworking man was nothing like the fruity aftershave Adam spritzed on every morning. It wasn’t the best moment, but Anna admitteded that the scent of it usually soaked her panties. Nothing sexier than a man who could provide for his family with hard manual labour.
“I’m going to need you to stand up,” she warned softly. “Those pants have to go, too. Do you think you can manage?” Tommy was rising to his feet before she could even get the words out, but he must have moved a little fast because that palor on his face turned a little green and he stumbled, catching himself with an arm around Anna’s shoulder even as he fought back a twitch of pain. God, he was so strong - his body was a heavy weight wrapped around her as she quickly reached down and unhooked the button of his jeans before pushig his pants to his ankles. She pressed him back to the stretcher and he’d just sat back down again when he reached for the garbage can and lost his lunch.
Anna was starting to feel that creeping worry again.
She smoothed his hair back off his forehead and stroked his back as he heaved, murmuring, “I’ll get Dr. Thompson in here and get you loaded up with meds. You’ll probably need to have a chest X-ray done to confirm those ribs. We’re likely going to have to keep you here and start an IV for fluids. That way we can also better control this pain and nausea. You’ll be pretty annoyed because someone will be with you almost constantly since there’s worry you have a concussion. They can go south pretty quickly so it’s just better you’re not alone,” she warned. By this time, he was done puking, so Anna took a couple steps back again.
“The call bell is there tied to the rail of the stretcher if you need anything, but I’ll only be gone a few minutes and I’ll be back, okay? We’re going to take good care of you Tommy.”