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tapping a finger on her desk calendar, she looks through dates before glancing up at him. “a week and a half’s time. is that alright?”

she scribbles down his name on a date with a firm nod. “if anything changes between now and then, i’ll let you know. the same goes for you, keep me updated?”

rounding her desk, she stops in front of it with a soft sigh. “the only thing i can do is see about booking a massage therapist, and tell you to rest.”

“would you feel better with a wheelchair until treatments start? i can get one today.” she offers, pulling at strings to make something work for him.

lips pressing into a thin line, she signs heavily. “well, it’s that or you’re put on bed rest, permanently. because we can’t risk your condition worsening before we get a chance to fix it. which would you rather?”

“you don’t have to.” she whispers, her voice quiet as she lowers her head to their shoulder. “i already know.”

she gapes before pushing away from the desk to carefully kneel beside him. “god, nicholas——“ she nearly scolds, “why didn’t you come in any early? i wish there were something i could do for you.”

her eyes widen a fraction as she presses her fingertips against his neck, feeling the pressure. she’s impressed he’s here, so she smiles too. “well, doctors suck. i’m just glad you found one you like.”

her fingers still on his neck as she leans her head back to get a better look at his face. “i’m on my knees in a skirt and heels, helping you. and you pick [ now ] to start flirting with me?” her words are laced with disbelief, but her face says it all. she’s amused.

her mouth drops open, her fingers withdrawing from his neck so she doesn’t (unintentionally) hurt him. “you’re a very lucky man right now, mr. bradshaw.”

“weren’t you taught any manners?” the question slips in the least professional way, but they’re already in this position. there’s not much left to lose. so her fingers return to the sides of his neck as she clears her throat. “like this?”

she allows him to guide her, maintaining that bit of pressure he needs as she sit back on her calves. her voice softens. “this is good, that you have something that helps.”

“well—— it is in my job description.” except for, [ this ] wasn’t and she knew it. her deft fingers falter as they move to the back of his neck.

“you’ll find that i’m not a masseuse of any kind.” she laughs even as her fingers move down his neck. despite her teasing and jokes, she’s glad there’s something that relieves the pain.

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“Have you finally decided to grace me with your presence again, @wingsofadamancy?”

She’s calling @wingsofadamancy.