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separates from the towel. Realizing my answer to my prior question, I try to keep my attention on the task at hand, but can feel his unceasing stare directly into my eyes. As soon as the skin is fully separated, blood seeps out of the cut and runs into his eye. “It’s deep. I don’t know who you were fighting or why, but he got you good. It’s a good thing you came in because you’re definitely going to need stitches – which clearly you know. Dr. Charleston is the doctor this evening, and he’ll determine how many you need, but from the looks of things, I’m guessing four, maybe five, should close it up. We also need to obtain a head CT scan to make sure you didn’t sustain an injury to your brain. Did you black out or lose consciousness at all? Do you have a headache, nausea, dizziness? Can you follow my finger with your eyes?” I’m holding my finger in front of his face, silently praying that he chooses to look at it instead. I know I’m rambling but am not able to stop myself as I attempt to regain my professional footing.
    Ignoring all of my questions including the one about the fight that landed him here as well as my finger and continuing to look squarely into my eyes, he continues. “How long have you been a nurse, firecracker?”
    Pressing a clean non-adherent bandage to the wound on his head, I turn to his friend hoping it’s a smarter move. “The doctor will also check to make sure he’s not suffering from a concussion.” Ryder laughs and the corner of Cole’s mouth twitches. “You said this was a fight? Do the police need to be called, or have they been called? I need to make sure the nurses station is aware so when they arrive, the nurses know where to direct them to obtain his statement.”
    Ryder chuckles, “It wasn’t that kind of fight, sweet thing, but thanks for your concern. I’m an MMA fighter. It was a professional fight, not a street fight. What do you take me for?”
    Raising a brow at that question, I ask, “An MMA fighter?”
    “Mixed Martial Arts. I’m a professional fighter and I had a fight tonight. Makes me even hotter now doesn’t it?” He smiles at himself in amusement and dammit, I’m trying not to smile back.
    Clearing my throat, I do my best to look at Ryder sternly, “The doctor will be in shortly. After he sees you, I’ll be back to help him stitch you up.”
    “You’re going to put in the stitches?”
    At this, I finally do smile. I know I won’t be actually placing the sutures, but he doesn’t. Leaning towards him I ask, “What’s the matter? Scared?” Before he can respond, I walk out of the room. Leaning against the wall as soon as I shut the door, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Shaking my head as if the action can shake off the feelings, I make notes on Ryder’s chart, then go update Dr. Charleston on his next patient. Once I fill him in, he enters Ryder’s room and I remain at the nurse’s station waiting for a sign that he has finished his exam and needs some help. I hear loud laughter coming from the room and roll my eyes.
    “Did I tell you they were hot, or what?” Rachel asks as she sidles up next to me.
    “You did,” I smile without humor, not liking the twinge of jealousy I feel at her comment. Why the hell should I care if she thinks they’re hot? They are.
    “Would it be totally inappropriate if I gave him my phone number?”
    I don’t know which ‘him’ she’s referring to and I don’t care. When I see Dr. Charleston walk out of the room, I walk away from her, leaving her question unanswered. Dr. Charleston states that his neuro exam is negative – no concussion - and confirms what I thought, he’s sure that four or five sutures should do the job just fine. Assuming the CT scan is negative, he’s going to write a prescription for a mild painkiller. He expects Ryder to have one hell of a headache and nasty facial bruising when he wakes up in the morning. While he patiently waits, I get the suture kit from the