Doc grumbled under his breath. “Can’t give her a full check-up here.”
“Just do what you can and I’ll bring her in another day for everything else.”
Doc stared down at her then put his bag down on the sofa next to her. He reached out and took her wrist in his hand. She jumped, but his touch was surprisingly gentle as he held her wrist and took her pulse. He gazed down at his watch and both men fell silent.
Doc let her wrist drop with a grunt. He ran his gaze over her. She resisted the urge to squirm. Just.
“She’s still too thin.”
Clint sighed. “It’s only been a few days. I’ve been feeding her regularly. She gets full quickly.”
Doc grunted again.
What the hell did that mean? He pulled a blood pressure machine out of his bag. Again, his touch seemed to be in opposition to his manner as he gently placed the cuff around her arm then switched it on.
Another grunt when the reading came up. Okay, she was getting tired of that. He grabbed a small penlight and peered down her throat and weirdly, at her gums. Then he pulled out a stethoscope and even warmed it slightly before sliding it under her t-shirt to listen to her heart. It felt a little awkward to have Clint in the room, but she knew he wasn’t going to leave.
“Lean forward. I’m going to raise your top up so I can listen to your lungs, okay?” That was the most words he’d said yet.
“Yes, okay,” she agreed, grateful that he’d warned her.
“Cough.”
She coughed.
“All right. Sit back now.” He stepped back and put the stethoscope away then grabbed a small penlight, which he used to look in her ears and down her throat.
“When’s the last time you had a check-up?”
“Umm.” She bit at her lip.
He raised an eyebrow. “That long, huh?” He felt around her throat. “Allergic to anything? Been hospitalized before?”
“Ah, no and no.”
“Do you get sick often?”
She glanced up at Clint, not sure she wanted to answer.
“Little girl, you answer Doc unless you want a trip over my knee.”
She gasped. How could he threaten that with Doc standing right there? She glared up at him.
“Looks like she needs one,” Doc commented.
She turned her scowl on him. “I don’t.”
Doc just raised his eyebrows in response to her tone. But she was not apologizing. He was far ruder than she was.
Clint sighed. “Doc has the bedside manner of a wild boar but you still need to listen to him. And don’t worry, he’s heard and seen it all.”
“Sure have,” Doc said in a low voice. “And you, young lady, are run down. Someone hasn’t been taking care of you.”
“Clint’s been taking good care of me,” she stated.
“Thanks, darling, but I don’t think he means me.”
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