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supply cabinet and let radiology know that we’ll be bringing someone there in a few minutes.
    Walking back into the room, I find Cole sitting in the available chair in the room and Ryder lying down on the table. Without a word, I wash my hands, put on my gloves, open and set up the tray and other needed supplies on the small overbed treatment tray. I fill a syringe with the appropriate amount of lidocaine to numb the area. Dr. Charleston comes back in and we both move toward Ryder to stitch his wound. Advancing to the opposite side of the bed so I can better assist Dr. Charleston, I almost trip over myself at the sexy smile on Ryder’s face as his eyes roam my body. I remove the bandage from his head, and using more sterile water clean up the dried blood the best I can. I carefully dab at the area with a dry gauze. “I’m hoping four stitches does the job here,” Dr. Charleston says. I hand the prepared syringe to Dr. Charleston, and as he assesses the site to administer the numbing agent. “This is going to slightly burn and the suture placement may pinch a bit,” he’s told, as the needle enters his chiseled face. Keeping my eye on the wound or Dr. Charleston, I continue to avoid his penetrating stare.
    Cleaning up the blood that’s once again seeped out, we give the medicine time to work. Making the mistake of looking in Ryder’s eyes, he smiles again. I feel a twinge of something deep within me along with slight amusement at him that I refuse to let him see. Clearly his charms always work for him, and I can certainly see why. With a sweet smile I look at Cole and then back at Ryder, “Do you want Cole to hold your hand? The slight pulling sensation may not be pleasant.”
    Ryder frowns and rolls his eyes, “No. I can handle it.” Dr. Charleston hardly contains his amusement at my question and then nodding, he pinches his skin together, and begins the repair
    “Did I mention that I won my fight?”
    “No, I don’t believe you did,” I comment absently as I dab at the slightly oozing blood leaking below the freshly sutured site and concentrate on assisting Dr. Charleston so this can be finished quickly. Thinking out loud, I say “This is going to leave a scar, but it should heal well as long as you don’t take anymore hits to the area.”
    “No problem,” he says, “A scar, huh? That will only reinforce the fact that I’m pretty bad ass.”
    “Is that right?” I ask and hear Cole and Dr. Charleston choke on laughter.
    “Also, nurse Tessa. It’s okay if I call you nurse Tessa, right?”
    “Mmm hmm,” I murmur not really giving a crap.
    “Nurse Tessa, there’s another problem that I have that I think I’m going to need looked at.”
    Watching Dr. Charleston tie off the end of the final suture, I use the tiny scissors for the last time and cut the catgut, while Dr. Charleston removes his gloves and heads for the exit. My eyes finally meet his. “What do you mean?”
    “Well, I should have mentioned this before when you first came in, or when the other nurse asked me about why I was here….”
    “Okay…”
    “Well you see. My balls are pretty swollen from my fight. I’m pretty sure I need to pull down my pants so you can check them out for me. Very closely.”
    Oh. My. God. Cole sounds like a dying duck in the corner, clearly he’s trying and failing to contain himself. Ryder watches me closely, amusement on his face, expectation in his eyes. He’s totally playing me and wants to see how I’m going to react. I can either be a bitch, or beat him at his own game.
    I quickly clean and disinfect the area once more before placing a sterile bandage over the top. Keeping it in place with some tape I’ve already prepared for the job, I smooth it down across his head. I fold up the disposable towel on the tray, place everything together and toss it all in the trash and then turn and make direct eye contact. “Swollen balls are really painful and you’re right, you should have mentioned