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The Tales From The Tavern: I Lust After Your Scar
Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: el_henke, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories
nibbled on his lower lip, seemingly desperate to find the right words, only feeding my everlasting panic. After a while, he finally mumbled something about getting the doctor. "Stay put, I'll get him," he said, getting up, and then disappearing through the door. The waiting was horrible. I was alone in that room, still strapped to the bed, unable to move. The characteristic smell of antiseptic flooded my nostrils. I tried to remember the picture I had seen in the mirror; my face, patched up much like an Egyptian mummy, actually. What did that mean? What was I to find under the bandages? How bad would it really be? How much damage had my face taken? Dad came back a few minutes later together with the doctor. The doctor placed his glasses on the tip of his nose so he could check my record through his glasses, and look at me through his naked eyes. He sighed. Dad sat back to the chair right next to my head,, and gently took my hand again. "Doctor Carsen, can we please remove those straps, I think she's calmed down," I heard Dad say. Doctor Carsen nodded, put the record down, and took his pager. "Yes, that'd be better for Ms. Page," he said while dialing a number on his device, "I'll get sister Miller, because you're not allowed to do this, Mr. Page – for sanitary reasons." The sister dropped by a few minutes later. Both Doctor Carsen, and the nurse loosened the straps from my bed. Dad's nerves were still all on edge as he addressed the doctor: “She... um... she asked about it. ...