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all that mattered.  Now she had work
to do.  “Stay still,” she said, her tone extra firm as she tried to get a hold
of her emotions.  She was a nurse, dammit.  Where was all this emotion coming
from?  He was a patient just like any other.  “No movement while I check your
blood pressure.”
    Instead of closing his eyes and lying back
like she thought he would, Mr. Neighbor gave her a smug look and curled his
lips into something that was more of a smirk than a smile.  “Are you okay?” he
asked, his eyes never leaving her.  In fact, if he hadn’t been lying in a
hospital bed Solie would almost say he was checking her out.  His eyes were
roaming up her body, over her scrubs and up to her face, making her feel like
she was wearing the slinkiest of outfits.  “You look…flustered.”  He chuckled
as he said the word, which pissed her off big time.  How dare he be so bold
when he was supposed to be weak and vulnerable?  Wasn’t he supposed to be
disoriented?
    Just then the blood pressure machine beeped,
much to her relief.  Leaning over, she rested her hand on his arm to release
him from the band.  This time, though, instead of touching only the blue rubber
of the cuff her fingers slipped – or betrayed her, she wasn’t sure which – and
the next thing she knew she’d come in contact with solid, unyielding muscle so
firm and warm, throbbing with a strength that made a lie of his current state
of weakness.  How would it feel to have those arms around her?
    Solie blinked and pulled her hand away.  Jeez,
girl, get a hold of yourself.  This is your patient you’re lusting after.  
“How are you feeling now?  Does your head hurt?”  She practically blurted the
words out in her haste to cover her momentary lapse.  She would just die if he
noticed she’d been staring.  No, not just staring, lusting after him…if she
should admit it to her wicked, wicked self.
    “I’m good,” he said with a crooked smile. 
“What about you?”  He gave her a self-satisfied smile.
    Solie felt the telltale warmth begin to rise
in her cheeks.  She tightened her lips in near frustration.  If she didn’t know
better she would almost say he knew exactly what she was feeling right then. 
But how could he?  The man had just suffered a serious head injury.  She was
surprised he wasn’t groggy and dazed.  Far from it, he looked like he was the
one in control of the situation, not her.  And she didn’t like it.  Not one
bit…
    Solie turned away from her patient and reached
for her tray.  When she rolled it toward the bed and turned back to him she had
her supplies and she was ready to work.  The weakling of a woman,
uber-conscious of the sexy man lying in the bed, was gone.  Now she was Nurse
Felix again.  She picked up the syringe and ripped open the wrapper then
reached for the needle.
    In that instant the man on the bed sucked in
his breath.  When Solie glanced at him his previously hooded eyes were now wide
as he stared at the needle flashing under the stark white light of the
fluorescent bulbs overhead.  As she moved toward him he almost seemed to shrink
back in the bed.
    “Where are you going with that?”  His voice
was gruff but he didn’t look at her.  His eyes, as if mesmerized, never left
the needle in her hand.  It was the first sign of weakness she’d seen in this
man since the day they’d met.  He was genuinely scared.
    Trypanophobia.  The man had needle phobia,
that much was obvious.  No matter how big and bad and bold he’d thought
himself, she was the one who was now in control.  She almost smiled. But no,
she would not be callous.  It was her job to help him.  Reassuring him and
getting him to relax was part of that job.
    “I need to hook you up to the IV,” she said
as she pulled the stand closer.  She pointed to the bag of saline hanging from
the hook.  “We have to make sure you’re properly hydrated.  I also need you
hooked up so we can administer your