They heard a door open and close and then Doc strode in, carrying a big black bag. “What’s going on? What happened?”
“Marisol climbed up on the roof to clean those top windows and then the ladder fell giving her a fright,” Linc told him.
“That sounds like a damn foolish idea,” Doc said gruffly, coming over to stand over her. “You’ve taken your blood sugar levels?”
“We just did it,” Linc replied. “It’s low. She just had two glucose tabs.”
“Good. There a reason you guys are here?” Doc asked Kent as he set his bag down next to the sofa.
“Always nice to see you, Doc,” Kent said dryly. “We’ll go. Linc, let us know if you need anything.”
Linc gave a nod and sent a small smile to a worried Abby. “Thanks. She’ll be okay, sweetheart. I’ll see to that.”
“Take tomorrow off, I’ll get everything covered. I think I still remember what to do.” Kent winked at Marisol. “Feel better, honey.”
Abby gave Marisol a gentle hug on her way past. “Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks, Abby,” she said tiredly.
“Right, how long were you up there for, Marisol?” Doc asked as he took her pulse.
“I don’t know, about an hour or more.”
“And when did you last eat?”
“Umm, I think about four or five hours ago.”
“It will be written in her notebook.” Linc disappeared for a moment, returning with the notebook she used to record what she ate and when. “Nearly five hours.”
“Right. Let’s test you again in five minutes and see how you are. Now I want you to lie on your side away from me and curl your legs up to your chest.”
She gave him a suspicious look. “Why?”
“I’m going to take your temperature.”
“But why do I need to roll on my side away from you for you to put the thermometer in my ear?”
“Because I’m going to use a rectal thermometer.”
“Can’t you just use the ear thermometer?” she complained.
“Nope. This is more accurate and since you’re chilled, it’s what I’ll be using. It won’t hurt.”
“Oh God, I can’t believe this is happening,” she groaned as she rolled over and curled her legs up.
“Good girl,” Doc praised. “Linc, do you want to sit on the sofa with Marisol so you can comfort her?”
Linc didn’t say anything as he raised her up then sat with her head in his lap. She tried to look up at him, but the angle wasn’t great. She felt Doc raise the blankets then lower her yoga pants.
He parted her bottom cheeks.
She squeaked.
“Relax,” Doc told her. “Linc? You still with us?”
“Sorry,” Linc muttered, then he glanced down at her, running his fingers over her scalp. “Just relax, Mari-girl. It will be over with quickly.”
Something wet and cool was pressed to her back hole, the thermometer was pushed inside her. She shuddered. It didn’t hurt, but it was the fact that Doc was doing it.