“It’s broken.”
I bite my lip to keep from smiling. He thinks he’s delivered me bad news, but it isn’t something I didn’t already know. And telling me I have a broken bone is nothing when I was just violated by a man. Had his mouth on my skin. His cock inside me.
“I guessed that.”
He nods.
“Can it be fixed?” I ask, hoping he will offer to take me to the hospital or at least bring a doctor to me. For one, it gives me a tiny chance at escaping from Matteo. Although, at the moment, I don’t feel like running. Him rescuing me from my nightmare gave me a little bit of hope and respect for him. And two, I would love to have a working leg again, and the only way that can happen is with a doctor’s help.
“Yes, but it’s going to be painful.” He gives me a warning look.
My heart thumps wildly in my chest as I bask in his eyes. I could get lost in them forever.
I shake my head. What’s happening to me? I must be feeling guilty for him saving me, that’s it.
“A doctor?”
He shakes his head. “No, your leg doesn’t need surgery. It was a clean break. It needs realigning, the wound cleaned up and sewed shut, and plenty of rest. Your body will do the rest.”
I stare at him wide-eyed. It’s the second time he’s shocked me with his knowledge of medical information. But I don’t know whether I believe him.
“Do you trust me?”
I smirk.
He grins. “That’s a no.”
I nod.
He turns his attention to my leg.
“But I don’t have much of a choice, do I? Either trust you or die.”
His face scrunches like he smelled something rotten “Yes, you don’t have an option but to trust me.”
“Okay then.” My eyes flutter down at my leg that looks rotten. I’ve seen worse at crime scenes, but it still isn’t pleasant to look at.
He puts on some gloves and sits on the chair he was sitting on to exam my leg before I woke up. I notice the small table filled with gauze, needles, tweezers, and viles of medications.
“I need to realign the bone as best as I can to help your tibia and fibula heal. Then I will clean the wound and stitch it up before attaching a stent to your leg to keep it from moving.”
I nod. His words make sense, but it isn’t any more reassuring.
“It’s going to hurt. Worse than before.
I swallow hard.
“I can give you some numbing shots to your leg, but it will only work on the surface. Or I can knock you out again with the drugs, so you don’t feel anything until I’m done.”
“Also so I don’t remember anything either.”
He nods. His eyes glare into mine waiting for my decision. Before I would have said give me the drugs. Make the pain go away. Make me forget.
But now, I need to be awake. I need to watch what he does to my leg because if he fucks it up, I want to remember what he did when I finally make it to a doctor.
“Give me the local injection.”
He doesn’t wait for me to tell him I’m sure I don’t want to be unconscious. He takes the needle and carefully jabs it into my shin.