Nicole’s GP arrived about ten minutes after I called her. She was a good-looking woman in her mid- thirties. Not wasting any time, she brushed past me and headed toward the bedroom. I followed her. Nicole was still lying motionless on the bed. Her eyes seemed darkened with anxiety and pain.
“What has happened, my dear?” the doctor asked and knelt beside her.
“Hi, Nadja! My pelvis is giving me problems again,” Nicole replied shakily.
Nadja sat on the bed and pulled back the sheets. Nicole flinched as the doctor touched her haunches.
“I have to do a scan.”
“Maybe your boyfriend would be so kind as to leave us alone,” Nadja said coldly, not bothering to hide her annoyance.
I was about to retreat to the kitchen, when Nicole stopped me.
“Do you mind staying with me?” she asked.
“No, of course not,” I replied.
Nadja mumbled something that definitely wasn’t in English and shrugged. After that, she helped Nicole take off her panties and draped something that looked like a towel over her pelvic area. Opening her laptop, she typed something and Nicole’s pelvic bones appeared on the screen.
“This is just what I expected,” the doctor said with an angry voice.
My foot started tapping nervously on the floor. She looked at me and grimaced.
“You have fucked her too hard,” she hissed.
In this moment, I felt so guilty that I just wanted to disappear.
“Don’t blame him! We both… got carried away,” Nicole said.
“I’m so sorry. Is she going to be OK?” I asked.
“It’s too late to worry about that now?” Nadja replied and looked at the screen again.
“What’s wrong with me?” Nicole asked.
“This man here has managed to displace two of the fixators, which has caused a hairline fracture.”
“Forgive me if you can. I thought that everything was fine.” I said, looking at my feet.
“Stop it, Peter! It is not your fault.” Nicole said in a firm voice.
“Enough talking! I have work to do,” the doctor explained, then added,” I have to reprogram the fixators, so they can return to their right places. It will be painful.”