Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel. (Whitaker; @mxrvelouscreations
Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel. @mxrvelouscreations (No longer accepting)
In retrospect, it really wasn't the best idea to have his acupunctuṛe therapy at work. He could've had this taken care of at his own apartment, or, better still, out at a regular medical facility, and yet he'd called his physician and arranged that they make an emergent trip. His back was killing him, and that much couldn't be disputed.
Thankfully, his physician -- Dr. Kaye -- had been able to squeeze him into her schedule, so she was already checking in up front.
In preparation, Carter removed his clothes and dimmed the lights. Taking a towel, he draped it over his lower body -- or rather, as low as he could without being indecent, seeing how his pain was centered around the lumbar region -- and lying down in a prone position, he tucked his arms beneath his head and waited. And waited...almost to the point he fell asleep.
At long last, the door clicked open, and he gave a groggy grumble. "It's about time," he muttered. "I hope you don't plan on getting paid for all the time you spent out there in the waiting room."
When silence followed -- uncomfortable silence, for that matter -- Carter cracked one eye open, then jerked at the sight of Whitaker standing there in the doorway, wide-eyed and gawping at him like a fish.
Swearing under his breath, Carter tugged up his towel a fraction, just enough to cover the scars along his back, before he asked, "What is it, Ɗennis? Just what couldn't wait two seconds?"
He wasn't normally this brusque with the other man, but a residual tremble of adrenaline lurched throughout his limbs, making him shake.
