Today’s
excerpt is from Toboggan, Book #4 of the Janitors Series. Phyllis plays doctor on Nick’s butt. Enjoy and have a wonderful day.
m.j.
Nick
and Phyllis were well away from the lodge when Tony walked into Nick’s trap,
but Nick thought he heard something when Tony yelled. He hoped he knew what it was, but kept on
going until he found a very large evergreen.
He worked his way under it, with Phyllis close behind. In the dim light he looked around. “I think this’ll have to do for now. I think it’s time for nurse Phyllis to go to
work on my butt.”
“You
got hit there, too?”
“Feels
like it.”
“Drop
your drawers, buster.”
Nick
sighed and did as told. After taking off
his horse blanket, he took off the waders, which he was extremely grateful to
have, as he realized he wasn’t wet at all.
They had both used the folded down part of the horse blankets to cover
their heads and were both almost totally dry.
Then he took off his trousers and lay down on the blanket. Phyllis saw two red areas on his underpants
and pulled them down, also. She looked
him over the best she could in the dimming light. “Honey, we need a fire. I’ll need it to see with, and I guess I’ll
have to sterilize one of the knives from your knife collection to dig out those
bullets.”
Nick
chuckled. “Those aren’t bullets…they’re
shotgun pellets.”
“Well,
whatever…they have to come out and I can’t see to do it.”
Nick
realized she was right and pulled his trousers back on, leaving the shorts
lying on the blanket. Using one of his
knives, he set about cutting off small branches from the lower-hanging limbs,
much as Russell had done earlier. Then
he poured one of the little bottles of liquor from the plane onto the pile of
branches and lit them with one of the matches he had “borrowed” from the line
shack.
When
he had a nice fire going, he took off his trousers and lay back down on the
blanket. Phyllis surveyed the situation
again and got the smallest of the knives she could find. She got one of the large bottles of liquor
and squatted near the fire, holding the knife just above the flames. Then she went over to Nick, turned slightly
away from him, and poured some of the liquor on the knife, which sizzled as she
did so. She again looked at Nick’s
backside and frowned. “You know I have
no idea what I’m doing.”
“I
know, sweetheart. Just do it the best
you can.”
Phyllis
silently nodded her head and put the knife to one of the small holes in
Nick. Since Tony had been much closer to
Russell than he had to Nick, the pellets hadn’t imbedded far into Nick at
all. They all were less than an eighth
of an inch below the skin surface and Phyllis had very little difficulty
popping the first one out. The pain was
intense for Nick nevertheless, and he clutched his hands together and tightened
up everywhere. Phyllis noticed this, but
poured a small amount of the alcohol onto the wound as she squeezed it, so the
liquid would go in deeper. Nick said
nothing, but did groan slightly.
One
after the other, Phyllis did the same thing.
By the time she finished the fourth one, tears were rolling down her
face, as she knew the pain she was causing Nick. She hated to be hurting this man she had come
to love in so short a time, but she knew what she was doing had to be done.
When
she had popped out the last pellet, she sagged forward and paused for a few
moments before pouring alcohol on the last of the wounds, dabbing it with gauze
from the first aid kit, then putting a band aide on it. When she had finished covering all the
wounds, she slumped back. “All finished,
Nick. I’m so sorry to have hurt you so
much.”
Without
bothering to put his trousers back on, Nick turned, sat on his knees, and took
Phyllis into his arms. “Darling, nothing
to be sorry about. It had to be done,
and thank you so much for doing it. You
were very brave to do that.”
With
her face still wet, Phyllis gave him a big hug and kissed him, then she started
to laugh.
“What’s
so damn funny?”
“It’s
a good thing I didn’t have any mascara on when I was doing that. With all my silly tears, you would have had
black goo on your butt along with blood.”
NOTE: The next posting will be this coming Wednesday. Guess who is going on a short vacation?
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