Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“No hiding from the doctor. I’ll check out every bit of you, Little boy. I need this arm, please,” Dr. Richards told him as he wrapped his fingers around Mack’s forearm to lift it into position to take his blood pressure.
“Very good, Mack. I’m guessing you’re a runner.”
“It’s my favorite thing,” Mack admitted as he leaned against Grey, who stood next to the exam table.
“I’m glad to hear it. Exercise keeps your mind and body healthy. Grey, Mack lives with you?” Dr. Richards asked, using a device to check his ears. “A bit of fluid here.”
“He does. I plan to keep him with me now that I found him,” Grey told Dr. Richards.
Mack liked the firm tone of his voice. He didn’t hear any doubt creeping in to that statement.
“Perfect. You can administer Mack’s medication?”
“Yes,” Grey answered without hesitation.
“Look at me, Mack.”
It was so much easier to just let the men talk and only respond when he had to. Mack opened his heavy eyelids fully and cringed a bit as Dr. Richards turned the light toward Mack’s eyes.
“Open wide,” Dr. Richards instructed. He looked into Mack’s nose, mouth, and throat. “Stay open. I want to swab that throat. It looks very suspicious.”
Mack made a face as the tip of the swab rubbed over sore spots. “I don’t like that,” he complained as Dr. Richards placed the device into the testing container.
“I’m sorry, Mack. I bet that didn’t feel too good. Let me listen to your chest and then you can rest a bit,” Dr. Richards said sympathetically before quickly checking his lungs with the stethoscope. “The good news is I don’t hear a rattle in your chest. You can thank your Daddy for getting you to the office before this became extremely serious.”
Dr. Richards looked over at Grey and told him, “I’ll take a blood sample today to see what nutritional support he needs, but I’d guess it will all come back normal. I’ll send home a general vitamin to bolster his immune system. What do you do, Mack?”
“He’s a server at Armando’s,” Grey answered for him.
“Armando’s? He has the best sauce. Zoey comes home with more marinara on the outside of her than the inside,” Dr. Richards said. “I’ll have to bring her to sit in your area. When she earns a treat, that is.”
Dr. Richards ran his fingers down Mack’s spine, making him sit up straight. He checked a few places on the back of his skull. When he touched a spot low on his head, Mack groaned.
“Sore or painful?” Dr. Richards asked.
“Sore,” Mack croaked.
“Time to lie back on the table, Mack,” Dr. Richards directed. He and Grey helped him stretch out.
Mack sighed with happiness. If only he had a blanket and they turned off those lights.
Dr. Richards pressed various places on his chest, even doing what felt like a breast exam on him. The pinch to his nipples made Mack glare at the doctor.
“I’m a guy.”
“Watch your tone, Mackie. I will spank you if you’re rude,” Grey told him in a tone that made Mack realize he wasn’t joking.
“I realize that, Mack. Men get breast cancer as well,” Dr. Richards explained, as if having a patient warned about punishment was an everyday occurrence.
“Sorry.”
“Tell me. Is your stomach sore?” Dr. Richards asked, pressing on various places on his abdomen.
“It’s not bad. My head and throat are much worse,” Mack replied.
“There’s a lot of congestion here, Grey. I’ll need to treat that, and you’ll need to check for his discomfort. Come, put your hands here on his lower abdomen.”
“I can feel some hardness there under the muscles,” Grey told him.
“His abs are strong. You’ll have to press steadily to feel it. Let me show you another way to double check. Help me put Mack’s feet in the stirrups,” the doctor requested as he lifted metal braces into the air.
CHAPTER 13
In a matter of seconds, Mack found his feet and calves elevated and tethered into place displaying his privates and bottom completely. When he leaned down to unfasten one of the ties, Dr. Richards quickly restrained that hand to the side of the exam bed. Grey followed suit immediately.
“Hey. Let me go. This isn’t right,” Mack croaked.
“Take some deep breaths, Mackie. You’re okay. No one is hurting you,” Grey assured him.
Mack watched Dr. Richards hand Grey a pair of exam gloves and his Daddy put them on without asking any questions. “Please,” he whispered.
“I promise this will help you feel better.” Dr. Richards rubbed the inside of his thigh reassuringly. “I bet if you’re honest, your tummy hurts at least a couple times a week.”
Mack started to shake his head, but Grey was watching him with that look that meant he already knew the truth but was waiting to see if Mack would lie. He had to nod.
“You shouldn’t have a tummy ache. I can fix that and teach your Daddy to make sure it doesn’t happen anymore. Doesn’t that sound like a better idea?”