The physician looked Reed straight in the eye while he spoke, but only nodded his reply before Reed reached around to open the bedroom door. Trevor lay propped against the headboard in his boxers exactly as he left him. The oversized, stuffed pillow lying beside Trevor quickly came to lie across his lap, hiding the evidence of the beautiful hard-on he sported. A deep blush hit his cheeks. Reed couldn’t help but chuckle at Trevor’s quick movement and uncomfortable look.
“Trevor, this is Dr. McBride. As I was trying to tell you while you were ignoring me, I asked him to stop by and check your wounds after the plane ride. I thought you may be more comfortable here as opposed to his office after such a long trip.”
Trevor’s blush grew darker with each word Reed spoke. He gave a nod, but stayed quiet, his eyes going between the doctor and Reed. Dr. McBride approached the bed standing directly in front of Trevor.
“Hello, Sgt. West. I understand you were hurt in the line of duty.” The doctor extended his hand, and Trevor shook it.
“Yes, sir, about a week ago and please call me Trevor.”
Dr. McBride nodded, resting his bag on the side of the bed. He unbuckled the clasps and pulled the zipper free. Reed stayed in the doorway, a shoulder propped carelessly against the frame, watching the exchange between the two.
“Your medical records are being sent to me. I spoke briefly with your physician in Germany. Am I right when I say you took four gunshot wounds and this amputation?”
“Yes, sir,” Trevor replied, not saying anything more. He could be as quiet as he was stubborn.
“How are you holding up?” Dr. McBride started a steady stream of questions only requiring simple one word answers while beginning the exam. The doctor pealed back the layers of bandages and checked each wound. He lifted Trevor’s arm, leaning him forward, then back, the whole time asking questions about the events leading to this injury, or certain points during recovery at the German hospital. Reed stayed back, quiet, watching Trevor become absorbed in the exam and finally participating. Dr. McBride was clearly the best at distraction, and Trevor got lost in the exam.
Standing propped against the door frame, Reed crossed his arms over his chest and watched the exam. Reed’s gaze stayed fixed on Trevor’s muscular body while he listened intently to every word the two spoke. Trevor was a stunningly beautiful man. It was hard not to stare at the expansive bare chest just a few feet from him. Trevor’s body looked lean and long, but broadly muscular and well defined. It took years of dedicated training and disciplined body building to be that toned and fit from head to toe. He could see Trevor put the time in. Each muscle strained and rippled with the positions the doctor placed Trevor in. From where Reed stood, he couldn’t see where Trevor lost any muscle mass from being down this last week.
Reed was again taken back to his thoughts of Trevor looking like a warrior, but his face looked like he could have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. The deep, full lips answering Dr. McBride’s questions gave a natural pout when he sat quiet or slept. Those lips seemed to give Reed fits when he tried to sleep, always invading his dreams, waking him with a raging hard-on. Reed found them incredibly appealing and looked forward to years of kissing just them. Trevor’s eyes were arresting, and every time those deep blue eyes looked his way, his heart flew from his chest, landing safely in Trevor’s caring hands.
Lord knew, over the three days he sat by Trevor’s bedside, Reed had more than enough time to study every part of his gorgeous face. Those pouty lips could spread easily into a brilliant smile. Trevor’s high cheek bones, sculpted jaw, and strong chin softened when he smiled, yet another reason to put plenty of smiles in Trevor’s life from this point forward. And Reed wanted to see many happier, smiling moments in their immediate future. Besides, Trevor’s smiles were contagious. They always caused him to stop and stare. Trevor’s eyes sparkled when he got excited, much like right now. Zoning back into the conversation, Reed listened to see what caused this smile from his otherwise somber man.
“Yes, sir, I’ll take it easy, you have my word.” Trevor nodded his head, affirming his declaration.
“All right then, let’s change these bandages. We won’t keep your arm locked to your chest. These wounds look to be healing nicely, but you must continue to take it easy. Your strength will return, but you must not push it. As hard as this is to say, you’ve been lucky in your recovery. Let’s keep it that way.” Dr. McBride turned, looking down to Trevor’s leg. “The flight wasn’t easy on this leg, was it?”
“No, sir. I jerked around quite a bit.”
“Let’s take a look.” Dr. McBride slowly began to remove the bandages from the wound just below his knee, making this the first time Reed saw the actual cut. In Germany, the hospital staff required him to leave the room during any redressing. Reed schooled his features, putting a tight rein on his emotions, showing no sign of the horror Trevor must have endured to cause such an injury. While Dr. McBride worked, Trevor watched Reed closely, not looking at the doctor once. Reed finally lifted his eyes to Trevor’s, making sure the sorrow he felt didn’t reach his gaze. It took quite of bit of effort; the wound looked painful, swollen, and angry.
Reed gave Trevor a quick wink and a little side grin before reaching down to adjust himself from the dull ache inside his pants, which never quite went away since he opened the front door to the doctor. Hell, that wasn’t completely true either. The dull ache stayed in his pants since Reed watched Trevor enter the grand ballroom at the rehearsal dinner.
The movement successfully distracted Trevor, and he was again rewarded with a touch of red brightening his cheeks. A quick flash of a smile came to Trevor’s lips. Reed’s heart did a flip in his chest.