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FTEC, Tuesday, march 6

After making a check on the patients in the clinic, Christian started flipping through a boating magazine, thinking about finally replacing The Boatox.

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She smiled in return. But she was here to see Ami, totally.

"I...cut my finger."

"Why don't you let me take a look at it then?" Christian said, standing up behind the desk. "We wouldn't want it to get infected now."

She nodded, watching him. "That's what I was thinking. I would hate to get an infection and lose my finger. 'Cause I really need my finger." She walked forward and held out her right hand, palm up, index finger pointed outward.

If the doctor looked close enough at her finger, he would definitely see the red slash trademark of a paper cut. Annette thought it worth looking at. Sure.

Christian cradled Annette's hand in his. "Yes, it's a very good thing you came in," he said, examining the cut. "But I think we can ensure you'll maintain the full range of motion of your fingers."

Annette couldn't figure out this little obsession that seemed to be growing concerning this doctor. But dang, looking at him up close was totally different from far away.

"Does it need an antibiotic ointment, you think? Because I don't have any. And that's good news; my fingers are important to me."

"I happen to have some right here," Christian said smoothly, reaching into his desk for a convenient tube of antibiotic ointment. He squirted some on his finger and smoothed it over Annette's "cut." Not exactly the most sanitary way to do it, but this was Christian after all. And he may have let his finger circle around Annette's a liiiittle too much longer than necessary.

She pulled in her bottom lip and bit down while she watched him doctor her cut.

"You have great hands," She said finally, meeting his eyes. "I think it feels better already." And of course she made no attempt to pull her hand back, unsanitary or not.

"I'm sure you can come back in for a check-up," Christian said, grinning. "And the hands come with the job. I have to be able to make very delicate movements to tend to my patient."

"Yes, I hadn't thought of that." She looked down at her finger. "A check-up is certainly in order." She smiled slowly and searched his face. "You're very dedicated. When do you work next? I, uh, want to make sure you see my finger because the other doctors might not know what happened and treat it differently than you." That was such great reasoning.

"Friday morning," Christian said. He hadn't let go of her hand yet. "It's usually quiet then, so feel free to stop by any time."

"Friday," Annette repeated. "I'm sure I'll remember." His hand was so warm, she thought she might be melting a little bit here.

"I guess I better go check on my friend now." But she didn't move yet. Gave no indication that she was even prepared to do so.

Christian let his fingers slide lightly over Annette's wrist. "I'm sure she appreciates your visits," he said.

Oh dear. "You, uh, think so?" She asked softly.

"I certainly do," Christian said with a sly wink.

That wink made her stomach flutter. "Um. That is so nice." It was either the wink or that Ami appreciates her visits that was nice. Annette couldn't make up her mind just yet. Her thought process was a little shaky.

"A beautiful woman always lights up a room," Christian said.

"Oh, I don't know. Last time I saw Ami she didn't look so very good." Annette gave a small nod of her head, looking decidedly concerned. Which was sort of hard under the direct gaze of Dr. Christian Troy.

"Then maybe you'd better go visit her and brighten it up for her," Christian said.

She blinked, "Oh, you were referring to me?" Annette blushed and looked down and sort of stuttered. "Um, uh, okay. Yes, I need to do that. I, uh...have taken up way too much of your time. Thank you, doctor, for the care of my finger." She nodded and met his eyes quickly before she turned and started for Ami's room.

"I'm an idiot!" She whispered under her breath as she kept walking.

Christian most definitely tilted his head and watched her walk away. He may have been focused on one portion of her anatomy, however.

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FTEC, Tuesday, march 6

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