Rescuing Montana: Brotherhood Protectors World by Kate Kinsley

Author:Kate Kinsley [Kinsley, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twisted Page Press, LLC
Published: 2018-08-06T16:00:00+00:00

Ryan

The next morning, I take Montana’s advice and call the therapist she used. I was able to make an appointment for today, which would have never happened in New Jersey. Typing the address into the GPS, I drive the twenty minutes into town and pull up in front of a small building.

I stroll in the office to a smiling receptionist. “Good morning,” she sings. “New patient?”

“Can you tell?” I tease”

She hands me a clipboard. “Please fill this out.” Taking it, I find a seat along the wall of the bright waiting area. I read the form over—typical paperwork you’d fill out for any doctor. I flex my hand, remembering how hard it is to write since I can’t squeeze my fingers together. Placing the pen in between my fingers, I jot down my information, trying to keep my answers legible. As I’m scribbling down my responses, a woman dressed in all blue appears from a door next to the receptionist. “Mr. Kane?” she calls out.

“That’s me,” I answer.

“When you’re finished, come on back.” With that, she disappears.

I fill out the remaining questions. My shoulder begins to throb from using muscles I haven’t used in a while. Once I sign and date it, I pass it back through the reception window. The smiling woman takes the clipboard and nods.

Opening the door, I walk into a large room that looks more like a gym than a doctor’s office. Along one wall are long leather tables. The other side is weightlifting equipment—medicine balls, treadmill, bicycles, ellipticals, the works. “Good morning,” the girl in blue announces. “My name is Brandi. Take a seat on the table over there.” She motions to the table at the end of the row, and I nod. After I hop up onto the table, she says, “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Go right ahead.”

“When you called, you said you’re here because of a shoulder injury?”

“That’s right.”

“Could you take off your shirt so I can get a look at the injury?” I nod, and pull my t-shirt over my head. Moving behind me, she examines my gunshot wound. “Wow,” she mutters.

“Yeah. Hollow point bullets make a big hole.”

“I didn’t know you were shot,” she whispers, running her finger around my scar. “Can I ask how?”

“I was a SEAL in my previous life,” I answer with a shrug.

“And it went straight through?” she asks as she moves around to examine the front, answering her own question. “Alright. I’m going to begin with some joint play testing, which examines the strength of the joints and muscles.”

“Sounds painless,” I chuckle. She takes my hand and begins moving my arm in all directions. “The shoulder is a complicated ball-and-socket joint with a series of different ligaments and muscles, all designed to help support and move it. Because of this, shoulders have a wide range of motion. I want to see where any pain or stiffness may be.” As she moves my arm in positions I didn’t know I could move, I occasionally flinch.

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