Partridge Family Love: Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I do not own The Partridge Family, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Summary: An x-ray tech checks out Shirley's ankle and then the rest of her.
Shirley Partridge sat in a wheelchair in the small emergency room. The ranger had just dropped her off after she had orally thanked him in his truck. She could still taste his semen but instead of quenching her thirst, it made her only want more. She squirmed impatiently next to the desk as the radiology technician filled out some paperwork, wanting to be done with this so she could go home and get some release with her vibrator. The tech was in his early 40's, thin with a mustache and horn rimmed glasses wearing white pants and shirt. A plastic name tag was pinned to his shirt: Paul Johnson Radiology Technician.
"I apologize that this is taking so long," he said, looking up from the form. "But I'm the only one here right now and I usually don't do this part. The doctor and nurse had to go out on an emergency call. Just sign here and I'll take you back to x-ray your ankle."
He pushed her into the x-ray room and handed her a hospital gown. "You'll have to remove your jeans and put this on so we can get a good picture of your ankle." He stepped out of the room. Shirley changed and when the tech returned, had her sit on the cold hard x-ray table and positioned a flat metal plate under her ankle. He adjusted the x-ray above her ankle then walked behind a console and pushed some buttons. Shirley could hear some clicking noises. He then replaced the metal plate, repositioned her ankle and took another x-ray.
"That's enough shots of the ankle. Do you hurt anywhere else?" he asked.
"My hip also hurts," Shirley replied.
"It's unlikely you broke anything there so we don't need to x-ray that."
