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smacked her with it. Will McAdams. Thirty-four-years-old, third degree burns to his right arm.
    “Is he due for his dressing change?”
    “Yup, hasn’t had it done yet. Poor guy doesn’t know what he’s in for,” Callie sighed.
    “Oh, sure, make me be the bad guy.”
    “But you do it so well, Gabby.”
    “What? The dressing change or playing the bad guy?”
    “Both,” she giggled.
    I rolled my eyes at her and gathered his meds that he was due for, preparing myself for the torture that I was about to inflict on mister tall dark, and handsome.
     

 

     
    Man, being stuck in this hospital for God knows how long was going to suck big time. I hated being cooped up anywhere. Add some needles stuck in my hand and a million different medicines coursing through my veins, and it became a thousand times worse. Not to mention that my arm hurt like hell. I had just gotten off the phone with my brother and was hoping that he would keep his promise and not tell my mother what had happened. He reluctantly assured me that he wouldn’t say anything, but I knew that once he told my sister-in-law, all bets were off. The last thing I needed was my parents coming here to see me and hearing my dad telling me “I told you so” about my career choice.
    I threw my head back against my pillow and stared up at the ceiling. I would give anything just to go home. Things were finally starting to look up as my eyes focused on the cute little nurse that had just walked into my room. She was definitely doable. She didn't exude hotness like most of the women I was with, but there was no doubt that she was absolutely adorable, even wearing scrubs. She was so petite that she almost looked like a little girl. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail and I was guessing, just from the olive complexion of her skin and her deep brown eyes, that she was either Italian or Spanish.
    “Hey, Will. I'm Gabby. You and I will be spending a lot of time together.”
    “Well, hello, Gabby.” I smiled.
    She smirked at me as if she got my sense of humor right away. She hooked up another bag of medication to my IV and sat down on the chair at the side of my bed. “So, on a scale of one to ten, where would you say your pain is at today?” 
    “If I answer this correctly, do a get I prize or something?” 
    She smiled and shook her head. “Well, that depends on what you consider a prize.”
    “Hmm....let me get back to you on that one.”
    “I'm going to change your bandage. I'm not going to lie to you. It’s going to be painful, but you’re a big boy, right?” 
    “So I've been told.” I grinned.
    She shook her head again, trying to hold back her laughter. “Well, the medicine that I just hooked up to your IV should help you out a bit.” She began to unwrap the gauze from my arm. “So, Will, tell me about yourself.” 
    I knew she was trying to create a diversion to take my mind off what she was doing. “You go first.”
    “Ah, a man of mystery, I see. Well, what would you like to know?”
    “You know, the basics. If you want to throw in your measurements, that would work, too.”
    “Well, I know one thing about you already.” She smiled at me.
    “What's that?” I asked. 
    “You've got a great sense of humor.”
    “Yeah, well, you're in the minority. Most women find me crude.”
    “It takes a lot to offend me.”
    “Wow. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.”
    She let out the cutest little giggle as she carefully continued unwrapping my arm, the whole time telling me about herself. She was thirty, had been a nurse for the past seven years, lived in Greenwich Village, didn’t have any brothers or sisters, and loved dogs. The only thing she failed to mention was her status. I looked down at her finger and didn’t see a ring, not that it mattered to me. 
    “So, are you married?” 
    She shook her head and smiled. “Boyfriend,” she replied.
    I waved my free hand in the air. “Oh, we could work around