Chapter Thirty-Three
Gemma
“It’s sprained?” I asked the friendly doctor.
The doctor, who insisted I call him Quinn, nodded. “Yep. That’s why the swelling’s so bad. You’ll be fine, but this kind of sprain actually takes as long to heal as a bone break.”
“You’re kidding,” I sputtered, glancing down at the offending elbow.
Quinn chuckled. “The elbow’s a busy joint. Fortunately, it’s not weight bearing. You’ll need to keep it stable in a sling for a few weeks. I’ll give you some exercises to do. You’re the new yoga teacher in town, right?”
He spun on his stool, opening a cabinet door beside the counter. He stood to reach something higher on the shelf, bringing down a sling packaged in plastic. “Let’s see if this one fits.”
“I’m the yoga teacher,” I offered with a smile when he faced me
