he was surprised to hear Caleb had done bullet-removal himself, he didn’t let on. Maybe Shay Falls cowboys did a lot of their own first aid.
“I don’t recall there being any hunting up here,” the doctor said.
Caleb grunted. “There is now.”
The men eyed each other for a weighted moment. Then, as suddenly as the cloud had descended, the doctor seemed to shake it off.
He turned back to Rose. “Having any dizziness, headaches, or nausea?”
“Headache. I don’t feel dizzy right now, though.”
“Good. You also had some respiratory issues when you came in. Dr. Jacobs put you on oxygen and nebulizer treatments.”
She reached a hand to her upper lip but felt no oxygen tubing strapped beneath her nose. “I remember coughing a lot.” Which explained the sandpapery feeling in her throat. “Is that normal?”
“It’s a common reaction after inhaling the particles released when an air bag deploys. You were weaned off the oxygen during the night, however, and your lung sounds are clear. Let’s try getting you up to see how steady you are on your feet.”
She nodded but didn’t move. Having been a nurse for a few years, she knew he meant he would write an order for a nurse or physical therapist to ambulate her later. Her mouth fell open, then, when the doctor stood up and held a hand out to her.
“What, now?” she asked.
“Unless you had other plans,” he said with a smile.
She smiled back, feeling utterly disarmed by the white, even teeth he flashed at her. “You’re quite the full-service physician, aren’t you?”
Caleb muttered a sarcastic remark she couldn’t quite hear.
“Let’s have you walk around the station and see how you’re feeling,” the doctor said. “If all goes well, I can go ahead and discharge you home.”
She took his hand and swung her legs around to dangle over the side of the bed. Someone had been thoughtful enough to put slipper socks on her feet and pull a second hospital gown on her backward, creating a makeshift robe that covered her hind end. A good thing, as from what she could tell, she wore nothing beneath but her panties. Without the “robe”, Caleb would be getting quite a show from where he was sitting now.
Then again, who had put the socks and gown on her? For that matter, where had he been when her clothes had been removed in the first place?
She tried not to think about it, focusing instead on the doctor’s confident grip on her hand.
“Take it slow,” he said as she scooted to the edge of the bed. “Let me know if you experience any dizziness.”
Oh, mercy, it was happening again. His touch sent a shiver through her that she was sure he must have noticed. She got up slowly, vaguely recalling her previous collapse. A heavenly body had been there to catch her that time, too. But she didn’t want to risk a repeat and cancel the going-home plan.
When she was fully on her feet, he took her forearm. “Okay so far?” he asked.
“Right as rain.” Except the pounding in her head. And heart.
He let her set the pace as they headed out into the bright, all-white hallway. The unit was bustling with activity as various personnel saw to their patient care duties. A few stopped to give her curious looks while the doctor himself helped ambulate her. No sooner had they gotten fully into the hall than Caleb appeared, walking beside her. Now she was flanked by two gorgeous men who did all sorts of wild, downright disturbing things to her stomach. Their presence was quite unnerving, really. How was she supposed to walk when her knees felt weak?
Sure enough, when Caleb’s arm brushed hers, she faltered. He slid an arm around her waist immediately.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a cowboy lilt that did precious little to steady her gait.
“Sure,” she said a little breathlessly. “I’m fine.”
“Any dizziness?” Dr. Williams asked.
Now, several more curious looks were pointed her way as she stood there like a bumbling fool while two studs fawned