"I was landing a jet and heard it pop as I landed."
"Well, you're lucky. It could have been a hell of a lot worse. It could have been your other leg -- it could have been a total rip..."
"So, do we have to amputate??" he joked.
I was not in a joking mood. "Well, no. But I won't treat a patient who doesn't bother listening to what I have to say...I told you to lay off..."
"But my right leg was fine..."
"Because you were favoring it! And because you were favoring that leg, you've managed to screw up your other leg!"
"Hey, Doc, chill out. You don't have to take his head off," Fran interjected. She had brought him into the office. I stopped short realizing I was practically yelling at this guy.
"Sorry," I muttered. "All right, we need to drain the fluid out so you don't look like elephant knees. And THEN, you've got to give this time to heal! No dancing, no auditions. Nothing. I'm not kidding. You mess with these shocks one more time, you're off the floor for good and maybe walking with a cane."
He looked scared. He should be. Knee injuries can be fatal to these guys who make a living with their bodies.
And what a body this guy has. No wonder Greg likes the guy. Beautiful eyes too, and dark, soft skin.... good thing I'm on the up and up.... would love to work this boy into a lather.
"So what do I do now?" he sulked.
"Don't be stupid."
"That's impossible," Fran joked.
"Okay, first thing first. We'll drain you, we'll brace you. We'll drug you up and send you home. " I think he perked up at the drug reference.
"Dr. Lewis - Hugo on 1", Donny says. "Says it's an emergency."
I pick up instantly, thinking Hugo's sick.
"I told you to see a doctor, Hugo!"
"No! I'm fine, it's Barbra -- Charley's daughter and the other one, the son! Eric, they want to take Charley! They want to take his body! What am I --"
I'd never in all the years I've know Hugo, heard him this upset.
"I'm on my way, Hugo. Calm down, CALM DOWN!"
