Georgia Leveaux, a beautiful blonde Charlestonian loves weekends, especially after her 50 hour work week. She likes to let go, run on the beach, dance with friends, and flirt with the cities available men, which seemed to be diminishing in number.
Georgia had been running for 25 of her 26 years. She didn't know what went wrong. As she was running along Charleston Harbor like she did every morning of her life, her left leg sent a shooting pain throughout her body. Collapsed on the sidewalk, she called her friend Mari from her cell phone to come pick her up. In tears she headed back to her home in Charlestons' Battery neighborhood.
Reluctantly after a few days of hoping the pain would pass and she could run again, she called the physical therapist Mari suggested. He had retired, and his grandson had taken over the office.
"We've got a new doctor, his grandson, a transfer from Naples, Italy." Said the nurse. "He doesn't speak great English but I hear he's got healing powers. I think it runs in the family."
"Yeah," Georgia sighed, he will have to do I guess."
A few days later she pulled her car out of her garage, and headed out for the doctors office. Work had been hectic, and her leg hurt much worse than it originally had. A Hispanic nurse called her in, took her blood pressure, checked her up, and she was alone in the room for another 20 minutes, lying on the paper covered bed. She clicked her Manolo Pumps together, finding her own rhythm out of boredom, when a quick knock at the door had her sitting up.
A tall, lean, dark haired, olive skinned man walked in, shut the door and stuck out his hand.
"Good afternoon Mizz Leveaux." He said.
"Ok, so he butchered my last name, but damn is he the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life." She took his hand, it was warm, and large. "Hello, Dr...?"
"Mezzini."
"Oh."
"I see that your big shoes look to be like they might have been the problem."
"Uh...I don't think so?"
"It is joke. Americans don't like joke?"
"Sorry, I'm just in a bit of pain."
"Let me have a look."
He sat down on the stool, and scooted over toward her. Without notice, he grabbed her leg, pulled off her high heels, and began to observe her leg. She could see how swollen her calf looked. She was silently happy she had a great body, great outfit, and her mother's beauty on top of the swollen leg.
Her mind went back to how incredibly good looking he was. And he was rubbing and massaging her legs. She wanted him at that moment. But instinctively, she looked at his hand for a ring. No ring.
He was muttering things in Italian. Georgia didn't know if she should have been scared or fixated by the man.
"It feels like there is no break, but I will take X ray to find out for certain."
She followed him down the hall, trying to cover up her limp.
"Do you want a chair with wheels?" He asked jokingly.
"No, thank you." She said trying harder to cover up her limp.
He took the X ray, and sent her on her way home, assuring that he would call her the next day.
A bit too anxiously, Georgia waited by the phone at work. She had barely gotten anything done, and she felt fat because she hadn't run all week.
As she was leaving work, the phone rang.
"Miss Leveaux, it is me, Luca Mazzini, your doctor. It would be best for you to come in sometime today or early tomorrow to discuss your position."
"I can come in now. Will that work?"
"That will be fine with me. See you soon."
Georgia walked in to the doctor's office, wearing higher heels than the ones she wore yesterday.
"I see that you have no care for pain. As is evidenced by your shoes. You have a strong will."
"I would rather look good in a public position Dr. Mazzini, than look like a wimp in one."
"Please, call me Luca."
She was falling in love with the man.
"You have no break in your leg, but there is a strong sprain, and you will need muscle therapy for the next month, every day. You must get used to having me around, we are short on staff, So I myself will be doing the therapy."
She almost melted at the thought of spending the next month with him. Even though it was in a professional setting.
"We will start your therapy tomorrow. What time is best for you?"
"After I get off work. Around 6 pm."
"Aye, that is when I do my paper work. Everyone is gone here by then. But I suppose I can make an exception for a lovely young lady such as yourself."
