Fowl Play (TUFT SWALLOW) by Cassandra Medcalf EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Cassandra Medcalf
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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KODI
“Shit, shit, SHIT!” My knee buckles. Papers scatter everywhere as I
tumble to the floor. “Fuuuu–”
“Miss Gander! Language!”
I crane my neck to see Dr. Cratchet’s white-tufted head bob its way
toward me over the top of the fax machine. I groan. Right. The patients
probably heard all of that. As I reach to massage the side of my leg where
the spasm rages, I see the legs of his pleated pants and frumpy velcroed
shoes land on the thin carpet in front of me.
“Really, Miss Gander. You’ve made an awful mess of things, haven’t
you?” Instead of bending down to help me clean up, the bulky toe of his
orthopedic sneaker taps impatiently beside my ear. “Are you infirmed?”
“Spasm,” I choke out, hissing through another twitch of angry muscle
and connective tissue. The rubbing isn’t helping. I need my meds. “Could
you hand me my bag, please, Dr. Cratchet?”
He huffs disapprovingly before shuffling to the coat rack, where my
purse hangs along with my blazer. He carries it pinched between two
fingers as if afraid the feminine contents of my bag might somehow infect
him with my affliction.
He knows better. Long before I was his clinic administrator, I’d been
seeing Dr. Cratchet for my knee ever since I tore my ACL in high school.
He’s the one who prescribed me the muscle relaxers in the first place, after
all. And the one who informed me I’d never play softball again.
I thank him for the bag and dry swallow a couple of pills, shifting into a
slightly less awkward position and swiping a few of the papers that
scattered when I fell. I shuffle them back into their folder after I wedge it
out from underneath my pelvis.
Dr. Cratchet clears his throat. “Mrs. Wilkins is ready to check out, now.
Will you be able to resume your duties in the next few minutes, or shall I
tell her to await a call?”
Can you give me a frickin’ second?
I hold my tongue. Sure, the Doc can be a little callous sometimes. But
he does have a practice to run. And seeing as this is the only doctor’s office
in town, we have to stay on schedule. A few minutes behind in the morning
could mean an hour or more by the end of the day, and that doesn’t fly at
the Tuft Swallow Clinic.
“I’ll be at the desk in a sec, Dr. Cratchet, I promise.”
He gives a noncommittal hum that could mean anything, before turning
tail and exiting the office, leaving me sprawled on the floor between the
front desk and the island in pain.
That’s fine, no need to assist me… Gritting my teeth, I slowly stand up,
carefully avoiding any shift in weight that might send my leg into another
spasm. It’s only a few steps between the fax machine and island where we
keep all the printing supplies and the window that faces the waiting room,
but each one elicits a grimace until I’m close enough to sink into my
wheely chair.
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