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over to one of the chairs set up on a patio dining area.  This brought the knife wound to her eye level and, to his benefit, it brought his eyes closer to her breast level.  She had a lus h figure and he would enjoy exploring those soft, luscious curves .  Leisurely, he thought.  He’d like to enjoy her with no distractions.  No interruptions.  Except her soft sighs, just like the one she let escape as her shaking hands moved up to grasp the knife.
    He raised an eyebrow at her shaking fingers as she gripped the hilt of the knife.  “Want me to do that?” he offered, mildly concerned that her nervousness might create more problems with the knife than he already had. 
    She smiled wanly, but shook her head.  She didn’t want him to pull it out, afraid the angle at which he pulled could cause additional damage.  “Actually, if you could sit very still, I’ll get this out in jiffy.”  She grasped the rough handle, then looked into his eyes a moment before she tugged the blade out of his muscle.  With deft fingers, she tossed the blade to the side, reached into her bag and pulled out antiseptic, cleaning the wound as thoroughly as possible.  She tore more of the black tee shirt so she could see the wound better, then efficiently started to bandage him up.  Once she was moving, her nervousness was gone.  She was completely absorbed in the task of helping the wound to stop bleeding and eliminating as much of a possible threat of infection as she could while doing field work. 
    She was cleaning the surrounding skin with gauze and iodine as she examined the wound and the torn muscle.  “You’re going to need stitches ,” she said as she pulled the edges closer before applying the bandage. 
    “Y ou can do that here, can’t you?” He didn’t know why he said that.  He could be flown by helicopter to his personal physician and be sewn up by a doctor in less than an hour.  There was just something about this woman.  He didn’t want to lose her closeness.  If she stitched him up, he could spend a few more minutes in her company, looking at her soft skin, her breasts that his palms itched to hold and feel and smell her soft, tempting scent. 
    She started to shake her head, about to explain that a doctor could do a much better job but he stopped her.  “You have the supplies right there.  Go ahead.  I don’t want it infected.  And since you’re here and my doctor isn’t, wouldn’t it be better to stitch it up before anything happens?’
    “But I’m not a doctor,” she replied.  “I only stitch things up when a doctor isn’t available.”
    He shrugged, ignoring the pain it caused in his shoulder.  “ You’re the best I’ ve got right now.  I trust you,” he said, looking directly at her. 
    Isla took a deep breath and picked up her materials.  She started to give him something to ease the pain, but he shook his head. “I’m not done tonight.  I can’t have my muscles frozen.  Just go ahead.  I’ll get something for the pain tomorrow.”
    She hated the idea of sewing his skin closed with no anesthetic.  “Are you sure?   Pulling stitches is a bit more painful that you might think. ”
    “Yes.  I’ve experienced the lovely pleasure before so consider me forewarned.  You’ll do fine.”
    She couldn’t believe that the man was trying to reassure her.  That was normally her job when someone was bleeding.  But this man just sat there watching her, occasionally glancing at the wound but completely unconcerned about the blood that was soaking up his shirt and seemed to be oblivious to the pain the knife would must have caused . 
    “Fine,” she replied and cleaned the wound once more to get rid of some of the blood.  She carefully pinched the sides of the wound closed and applied the needle, pulling the thread through carefully and glancing at his face to see if this was affecting him at all.  Thankfully the knife had gone in straight and clean so the edges were easily