I had worked on my plan for weeks and wanted to surprise Wendy. I had flown over to the States for some meetings and a show. We already arranged to meet again after the show, but little did she know I had a plan to see her earlier. I landed and cleared customs quickly after landing in Detroit, got my hire car, drove the two hours north, and pulled up outside the hospital at around 1.30 pm. I knew she finished at 2 pm and watched as she left the building and got into her truck and drove off.
I drove to the hotel, The Doubletree on the riverfront, unpacked, showered, and made a phone call. I phoned the healthcare insurance line, and after a phone interview with a nurse, she explained that she would arrange for a scan the following lunchtime, and I asked for a certain hospital, to which she replied that she would get me booked in as a priority. Having already had knee issues, I could feign the injury. I got off the phone and went down for a meal overlooking the river. The fresh air and the time difference hit me so I went to bed early.
The following day, I was up showered and had breakfast. I checked my emails, and replied to most, before I got in the car and drove to the hospital I was checked in, and was then taken to a consultant, he checked my knee and confirmed that I would need a scan. I was given a private room and went in, the nurse told me to put the gown on and that they would be back shortly to take me down for the scan.
I was wheeled into the room.
At first, there was no comprehension on her face as she passed my notes. She put them on the side, and without turning to me told me to raise my left leg, bent at the knee. She had already put the gel on my knee when she looked at me. Her face was a mixture of shock, horror, and surprise. Her assistant sat facing the screen, unaware that Wendy had recognized me. Wendy held her composure, while she put the ultrasound scanner on my knee. She scooted around on her chair, so that she had the scanner in her right hand, and her left hand under my gown. She had one eye on my knee and the other on the image o the screen. She found where the cartilage was damaged.
She told the assistant to print off the screen and take it to the doctor, and wait for a reply. As soon as the assistant left, Wendy followed her to the door and locked it behind her.
She turned and smiled and asked what I was doing there now. As we had arranged to meet in a couple of weeks. I told her I wanted to surprise her.
“You have surprised me. Now we have about thirty minutes.’
As soon as she reached the side of the table, she leaned over and we kissed. One hand behind her head pulled her close, the other was undoing the zipper on her scrubs. One of her hands was on my chest pulling up my gown, the other was on the table to support her. We broke the kiss long enough for me to slip her scrubs off from her shoulders, then reach up to undo her black lacy bra. Her hard nipples were already visible through the thin material.