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hesitantly.
“No, ma’am. It’s from the bullet… it looked like a clean wound when he went into the operating room but it did more nerve damage than we first thought. The surgery repaired the majority of that and it’s mostly healed but some of the lasting consequences of being shot are still there and it is affecting his grip,” the doctor replied. “I have to be honest… it may never be exactly the same as it was before but until he can qualify with his weapon, I cannot release him and he’s nowhere near that right now.”
As pissed as he was… the doctor was right. His arm just wasn’t the same anymore but he could fix that… he’d bump up the therapy appointments and really start working it. He only had five more years and he could get full retirement benefits.
Otherwise he’d be forced to take a medical retirement or a desk job and since his injury hadn’t been while he was on duty the chances of him getting his full benefits were slim.
He wasn’t an ass kisser that would get bumped up the chain of command long enough to ensure a good retirement either… not that permanent desk duty was appealing anyways. Most of the time he pushed the limits and patience of his supervisors… but he also had the best arrest and conviction record in the whole damn division. His dream had been to retire at fifty and then ride the motorcycle that Bobby Jackson was designing and building for him across the country. He also hoped to figure out how to spend the rest of his life in the process. He wasn’t ready to give up on that dream just yet but since he was screwed out of going back to work right now… he could at least help Carla work on her dream.
Now that she was at least talking to him again after his less than smooth attempts at coming on to her and since he couldn’t go back to work anyways, unless he wanted to spend forty hours a week being a pencil pusher, he might as well remain in Florida. After scheduling another appointment in a month he followed Carla out to the car. She glanced at him when she got in the driver’s seat as though to judge how upset he was at the doctor’s report.
After Carla started the car, he placed his hand over hers when she tried to put the car in gear.
“Where’s the paperwork for those classes, Carla? We aren’t leaving this parking lot until you sign them. Then we are going to drive over there and drop them off and finish up whatever else you need to do to start classes after the holidays. I figure I’ve got at least a couple of months more down here… and I think Matt and Ben like hanging out with me. Maybe not as much as they like Chuck but I’m working on that. So I’m pretty sure you have at least three babysitters… four if you count your dad. So sign it,” he finished.
The look she gave him made him want to kiss her worse than when she stared at his mouth. A mixture of excitement, joy, nervousness and wonder shone in her eyes. Then as though his thoughts were somehow transferred to her mind, her gaze went to his lips. His attraction to her only seemed to grow with each new look she gave him. The willingness to be patient and wait for her to finish grieving for her husband was completely unexpected though. Was he kidding himself? Holding out hope when there was none?
She shuffled through her purse and pulled out a folded piece of paper and a pen. After unfolding the paper and briefly scanning it she glanced at him and a smile that took his breath away crossed her face and lit up her eyes. Pressing the paper against the center of the steering wheel, she signed her name and the pressure she applied made the horn blast, which resulted in giggles from her which in turn made him smile.
When they made it to the college and parked she looked over at him and said, “I don’t think I can do this after all. I’ll be the oldest one in the class and it’s been so long… what if I can’t learn anymore.
“No, ma’am. It’s from the bullet… it looked like a clean wound when he went into the operating room but it did more nerve damage than we first thought. The surgery repaired the majority of that and it’s mostly healed but some of the lasting consequences of being shot are still there and it is affecting his grip,” the doctor replied. “I have to be honest… it may never be exactly the same as it was before but until he can qualify with his weapon, I cannot release him and he’s nowhere near that right now.”
As pissed as he was… the doctor was right. His arm just wasn’t the same anymore but he could fix that… he’d bump up the therapy appointments and really start working it. He only had five more years and he could get full retirement benefits.
Otherwise he’d be forced to take a medical retirement or a desk job and since his injury hadn’t been while he was on duty the chances of him getting his full benefits were slim.
He wasn’t an ass kisser that would get bumped up the chain of command long enough to ensure a good retirement either… not that permanent desk duty was appealing anyways. Most of the time he pushed the limits and patience of his supervisors… but he also had the best arrest and conviction record in the whole damn division. His dream had been to retire at fifty and then ride the motorcycle that Bobby Jackson was designing and building for him across the country. He also hoped to figure out how to spend the rest of his life in the process. He wasn’t ready to give up on that dream just yet but since he was screwed out of going back to work right now… he could at least help Carla work on her dream.
Now that she was at least talking to him again after his less than smooth attempts at coming on to her and since he couldn’t go back to work anyways, unless he wanted to spend forty hours a week being a pencil pusher, he might as well remain in Florida. After scheduling another appointment in a month he followed Carla out to the car. She glanced at him when she got in the driver’s seat as though to judge how upset he was at the doctor’s report.
After Carla started the car, he placed his hand over hers when she tried to put the car in gear.
“Where’s the paperwork for those classes, Carla? We aren’t leaving this parking lot until you sign them. Then we are going to drive over there and drop them off and finish up whatever else you need to do to start classes after the holidays. I figure I’ve got at least a couple of months more down here… and I think Matt and Ben like hanging out with me. Maybe not as much as they like Chuck but I’m working on that. So I’m pretty sure you have at least three babysitters… four if you count your dad. So sign it,” he finished.
The look she gave him made him want to kiss her worse than when she stared at his mouth. A mixture of excitement, joy, nervousness and wonder shone in her eyes. Then as though his thoughts were somehow transferred to her mind, her gaze went to his lips. His attraction to her only seemed to grow with each new look she gave him. The willingness to be patient and wait for her to finish grieving for her husband was completely unexpected though. Was he kidding himself? Holding out hope when there was none?
She shuffled through her purse and pulled out a folded piece of paper and a pen. After unfolding the paper and briefly scanning it she glanced at him and a smile that took his breath away crossed her face and lit up her eyes. Pressing the paper against the center of the steering wheel, she signed her name and the pressure she applied made the horn blast, which resulted in giggles from her which in turn made him smile.
When they made it to the college and parked she looked over at him and said, “I don’t think I can do this after all. I’ll be the oldest one in the class and it’s been so long… what if I can’t learn anymore.
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