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you’re still unconscious.  I suggested to one of them yesterday that you might have a brain edema and needed to be flown to the capital city for testing and x-rays.” She laughed even as she carefully peeled back the bandage.  “They really didn’t like that idea but the suggestion bought me more time with you here.  They were willing to leave you alone for a couple of days, demanding that I get the swelling down.”  She shook her head.  “Some people really don’t understand how the human body works.”
    She looked up and noticed that he was gritting his teeth with the pain after his head-lift.  “Right,” she reminded herself.  “Pain medicine will help you so that you won’t have to deal with that kind of pulling.  It will also help you sleep.”
    Turk immediately shook his head.  “No meds,” he replied adamantly.  “I’m fine.”
    She didn’t argue with him, but there was a fine sheen of sweat on his brown now, telling her that he was in a great deal of pain.  When she had the bandage off, she looked carefully at the wound.  “It looks pretty good,” she told him.  “But I’m going to clean it again, just to be safe.”  She gently touched the edges of the wound, satisfied that her stitches weren’t pulling too much and that nothing seemed to be infected.  “It’s a good thing you’re a healthy man.  Otherwise,” she shook her head, thinking of all the gory wounds she’d read about in rural areas of the world that started to fester.
    “Oh, I’m a healthy male,” he agreed.  And if her fingers didn’t stop that delicate touching, he was going to show her exactly how healthy he was.  “Everything okay down there?” he asked, not lifting his head again. 
    “Yes.  You’re healing extremely well.”  She stood up and got some antibiotic ointment and a bit of saline to clean around some small bits of remaining blood.  “It’s a bit spooky at how fast you are healing, actually.”
    A few more minutes and she’d attached another sterile bandage and he was all finished.  Thank goodness!  She was trying very hard to think only in medical terms, but with those rippling abdominal muscles so close, she was having problems focusing.  Well, that’s not exactly accurate.  She was focusing.  But mostly on those delicious, rippling muscles.  “Okay, let’s get you back to bed and I’ll make something for dinner,” she told him, taking both of his hands once again, helping to lift him into a sitting position. 
    She had to swallow her surprise when his hands wrapped around her fingers.  As he slowly sat up, careful not to use any of his stomach muscles, she was once again astounded by his impressive chest.  Would she ever get used to this man? 
    Good grief, that was a ridiculously unprofessional thought, she admonished herself. “Here you go,” she said, her voice sounding a bit too wispy for her preference.  “How about a big bowl of stew tonight instead of soup?” she asked as they walked out of the surgery area. 
    He laughed as he leaned against her again.  “Isn’t stew just a really thick soup?”
    She smiled as she helped him back to the small cot in her recovery room.  “Only to someone who wants to cook his own meal tonight,” she told him. 
    “Stew is dramatically different,” he agreed with a chuckle. 
    “I thought so too!” and she laughed as he sank back down onto the thin mattress.  “Relax for a few minutes, and maybe rethink those pain meds, okay?” she told him as she stepped back from the bed, watching him carefully.  He was breathing slightly heavier and he was still sweating.  She’d have to watch him a bit more closely tonight. 
    Moving into the kitchen, she left the door open as she perused the possible menu options for the evening.  She chose a stew, but grabbed two cans tonight, thinking the man was losing too much weight.  She suspected that he wasn’t eating nearly enough, but was too polite to tell her that he was