ER doctor laughed and finished winding the bandage around Roz’s ankle. “There you go, Rosalyn. Now stay off your feet and keep your right ankle elevated. Use ice to bring down the swelling and Tylenol every four hours as needed for pain.”
Roz sighed. “Yes, ma’am.” Tylenol. Ice. Nothing really numbing, like Demerol, huh?
“Do you have any crutches?” the doctor asked.
“No, but I’ll buy some.”
Konrad patted her back. “I have some you can borrow.”
Roz snorted. “Oh, that would be fun to watch. I’ll look like a pole vaulter in the Olympics, except with two poles.”
The doctor grinned. “I’m sure the crutches are adjustable; most are. Anyway, you’re all set to go, but call us if you have any questions or your condition changes. How are you getting home?”
Konrad plucked her off the exam table and cradled her in his arms. “I’ll carry her home safely.”
The doctor let out a deep sigh. “I wish I had a big, strapping, hottie to—”
Roz raised her eyebrows. She’d better not be after my guy. I might sprain a wrist punching her, and then who’d patch me up? Probably not the doctor I’d just knocked out.
The woman cleared her throat and looked away. “Oh, sorry. I guess that wasn’t very professional.”
Roz finally had a reason to chuckle. “Yeah, well you’ll have to get your own. This one’s taken.” She turned her face to Konrad’s for a full-on kiss.
The doctor said, “Hey, get a room. I mean, another room.”
Konrad broke the kiss. “I think that’s a great idea. Let’s go, angel.”
“Aw, he even calls you ‘angel.’ You don’t happen to have a brother, do you?”
Konrad grinned. “As a matter of fact, I do. How do you feel about cops?”
“Really?” The doctor’s eyes lit up. “Health professionals date cops all the time. Something about serving the public and understanding the need to put the job first, yada, yada, yada.”
“Well, give me your number, and I’ll pass it on to him.”
“Does he look like you?”
“We’re twins. Identical.”
The doctor fanned herself with the sheet of paper in her hand. “Oh, wow. There is a God. Here, I’ll write my name and number on your girlfriend’s discharge instructions.”
She scrawled something on the back before Roz had a chance to say yea or nay. Roz hoped the good doc wasn’t trying to find a subtle way to slip Konrad her phone number.
The doctor folded the paper, tucked it into his shirt pocket, and gave it a little pat. “This is my weekend on, so I’m off next weekend. Don’t forget to tell your twin to call me.” She then hurried off toward the nurse’s station.
“Awesome,” Roz said, deadpan. “We can double date.”
“Not gonna happen. I want you all to myself.”
She wound her arms tighter around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Sounds good to me. Let’s go home.” She’d forgotten to worry about her heaviness until that moment. Putting her full weight in his arms seemed nearly natural.
***
On the way to their apartment building, Konrad shared the brilliant idea of consulting the witches about what jobs might work for them. Roz wasn’t so sure it was brilliant, but couldn’t put her finger on why not. They were still discussing the subject when they reached their building.
Roz considered the possibility from different angles, and even though she was open-minded, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go to the mysterious women upstairs. “Don’t witches predict the future with Tarot cards and stuff? They aren’t career counselors.” Still in Konrad’s arms, she used her outer door key to open the front door. His broad back braced it open as he maneuvered them inside.
“True. But maybe they can look into our futures and tell us what we’ll wind up doing. Then we can cut out all the trial and error.” He reached her apartment door, and as soon as she unlocked it, they made their way inside.
“Hmm. I’m not sure that’s how it works, either. What if we check
Roz sighed. “Yes, ma’am.” Tylenol. Ice. Nothing really numbing, like Demerol, huh?
“Do you have any crutches?” the doctor asked.
“No, but I’ll buy some.”
Konrad patted her back. “I have some you can borrow.”
Roz snorted. “Oh, that would be fun to watch. I’ll look like a pole vaulter in the Olympics, except with two poles.”
The doctor grinned. “I’m sure the crutches are adjustable; most are. Anyway, you’re all set to go, but call us if you have any questions or your condition changes. How are you getting home?”
Konrad plucked her off the exam table and cradled her in his arms. “I’ll carry her home safely.”
The doctor let out a deep sigh. “I wish I had a big, strapping, hottie to—”
Roz raised her eyebrows. She’d better not be after my guy. I might sprain a wrist punching her, and then who’d patch me up? Probably not the doctor I’d just knocked out.
The woman cleared her throat and looked away. “Oh, sorry. I guess that wasn’t very professional.”
Roz finally had a reason to chuckle. “Yeah, well you’ll have to get your own. This one’s taken.” She turned her face to Konrad’s for a full-on kiss.
The doctor said, “Hey, get a room. I mean, another room.”
Konrad broke the kiss. “I think that’s a great idea. Let’s go, angel.”
“Aw, he even calls you ‘angel.’ You don’t happen to have a brother, do you?”
Konrad grinned. “As a matter of fact, I do. How do you feel about cops?”
“Really?” The doctor’s eyes lit up. “Health professionals date cops all the time. Something about serving the public and understanding the need to put the job first, yada, yada, yada.”
“Well, give me your number, and I’ll pass it on to him.”
“Does he look like you?”
“We’re twins. Identical.”
The doctor fanned herself with the sheet of paper in her hand. “Oh, wow. There is a God. Here, I’ll write my name and number on your girlfriend’s discharge instructions.”
She scrawled something on the back before Roz had a chance to say yea or nay. Roz hoped the good doc wasn’t trying to find a subtle way to slip Konrad her phone number.
The doctor folded the paper, tucked it into his shirt pocket, and gave it a little pat. “This is my weekend on, so I’m off next weekend. Don’t forget to tell your twin to call me.” She then hurried off toward the nurse’s station.
“Awesome,” Roz said, deadpan. “We can double date.”
“Not gonna happen. I want you all to myself.”
She wound her arms tighter around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Sounds good to me. Let’s go home.” She’d forgotten to worry about her heaviness until that moment. Putting her full weight in his arms seemed nearly natural.
***
On the way to their apartment building, Konrad shared the brilliant idea of consulting the witches about what jobs might work for them. Roz wasn’t so sure it was brilliant, but couldn’t put her finger on why not. They were still discussing the subject when they reached their building.
Roz considered the possibility from different angles, and even though she was open-minded, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go to the mysterious women upstairs. “Don’t witches predict the future with Tarot cards and stuff? They aren’t career counselors.” Still in Konrad’s arms, she used her outer door key to open the front door. His broad back braced it open as he maneuvered them inside.
“True. But maybe they can look into our futures and tell us what we’ll wind up doing. Then we can cut out all the trial and error.” He reached her apartment door, and as soon as she unlocked it, they made their way inside.
“Hmm. I’m not sure that’s how it works, either. What if we check
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