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"Jesus, babe, you're bleeding." I say. "You are popping it open. You need to be careful. Why isn't this wrapped?"
 
"'Cause it was getting too cumbersome," I mumble, still not looking at you. "I wanted to be able to use both hands. . ."
 
"You have a cut ligament, Lynn!" I raise my voice. "Do you realize what that means? If you fuck it up, you could end up with a disabled hand, ok? Don't be stupid," I say. "Get upstairs. We need to wrap this. You only have two more days and you get a soft cast."
 
I start crying at your raised voice. "Yes, sir," I reply softly before turning and making my way up the stairs to the bathroom.
 
I follow you upstairs. "Baby, stop crying." I say. "You know you have to take care of your hand." I get your bandages and ointments.
 
I don't look at you and nod. "I'm just tired of not being able to use it," I whisper. I'm curled up in a ball on the toilet, my hand on the towel.
 
"I know it, but you have to be patient. Two more days." My tone changes a bit, becoming playful. "I will help you touch, grip, or rub anything you need to toucch, grip, or rub until then," I wink.
 
I make you properly wrap your hand the next two days and the doctor says you're doing just fine. He removes about half of your stitches and puts on a soft cast that will let you use your hand while it heals, and advises you to keep using the sling at night. "Are you excited about your cast?" I ask as we get in the car to go to the bar.
 
I laugh at your excitement. "Well, would you like to work tonight?" I ask. "I can put you at the hostess stand."
 
"You've been dying to get out of the house, haven't you?" I get a naughty grin. "What do you have planned for after work?" I ask.
 
"Good girl," I say, smiling as we pull up to the bar. "You have an extra uniform in the manager's office," I say as we walk in. When we pass the bar, you notice the new girl. "Kaylee, this is Lynn," I introduce you.
 
"Hello, Kaylee," I say warmly, although internally I'm not pleased. She was hot, and I did not want another fiasco like the one with Courtney.

I go into your office and change into the uniform and take my place at the hostess stand.
 
Kaylee says hello and you take your place. Several cutomers, including several hot college guys say they are glad to see you back and ask about your hand. I see you talking a lot and come over between groups of people being seated. "Lynn, I need you to work, please." I say, before returning to the bar where you see me laughing and talking to Kaylee and Riley as Riley trains her.
 
I give you a glare and continue to work, still talking. I go on break about four hours later, but it's quick, just to take my meds, before continuing. I don't stop for anything, and before I know it, it's closing time and I collapse at the bar, exhausted.
 
I send Kaylee home early, and me and Riley stay at the bar to close down, while you sit there rolling silverware. "Uh oh," Riley says, teasing and, for once, not sounding mean. "Princess has her hand back! I'll bet you have some quality rehab planned, huh girl?" She asks, smiling at both of us.
 
I chuckle. "I do have some rehab planned," I say. "Once the drugs wear off a little bit. . ." I look up at you and Riley. "How are you doing, hon?" I ask. My body felt like crap, especially my hand, but I wasn't about to let you know that.
 
"I'm doing okay," she says, forcing a bit of a smile. "I'm just glad nobody was hurt." She says. "I mean," she nods at your hand, "that couldn't be healed, you know?"
 
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