It was also to ensure that his skin wasn’t sensitive and his muscles weren’t aching. She rubbed and pressed her palm on different places of his stomach, then held it, to make sure she gave a thorough examination.
What a strange feeling for Laura to touch him like this. Ben didn’t seem to mind though. They both remained professional about it. Ben kept his eyes up at the ceiling, trying to keep his mind off of the awkwardness, and Laura was focused on her job as being Dr. Mom.
“Nice and warm,” she said, pleased. “Next I’ll have to check your legs and feet. Just lay still. I’ll do all the work.”
“Can I have a massage too?”
Laura playfully slapped his bare stomach, causing a loud smacking sound to echo around the room. Ben yelped from the sharp feeling.
“There’s your massage,” she smiled. “Enjoy it?”
He tried to relish the feeling. “I’ll take what I can get.”
At least the mood was light, Laura thought. She went to work on Ben’s lower extremities, pressing her hands on his feet and calves. Everything appeared to be okay, but, in her opinion, his feet were a little cold. She couldn’t be entirely sure because she had no formal medical training and she had certainly never done this before. Plus, it was hard to get an accurate measure since she had made the fireplace hotter to heat the place.
She didn’t want to take any chances though, not with her son. She had to do the thing she dreaded, she realized. There was little choice but to carry out the doctor’s orders for this part.
“I’m still concerned,” she said, moving her hands away. “Your lower body feels slightly cold.”
“Really? It feels okay to me.”
“Well, you have suffered trauma. Your senses may be dulled, apparently. So your opinion wouldn’t exactly be accurate.”
Ben paid closer attention, taking this more seriously. “Okay, what next? I can just get underneath the blanket and that should solve it.”
“You’ll definitely need the blanket and more warm layers. But the doctor gave specific orders for this situation.”
“Sure.”
Laura gulped. “I’ll have to check your thighs. Is that okay?”
“You’re just going to press my skin again, right?”
“Correct. I’ll feel your skin to check the temperature, along with any sensitivity in the area.”
Now it was Ben’s turn to gulp loudly. “Okay. Sure.”
“Lay back. Look at the ceiling again. It’ll be over before you know it.”
As Ben fixed his eyes on the ceiling again, trying to distract himself from the awkwardness, Laura used both hands to pull down the elastic band of his sweatpants. His underwear was partially exposed. Thank goodness his penis was soft, she thought, as if the situation could get any more uncomfortable.
She bent over and put both hands underneath his sweats. She couldn’t bring herself to look as she slid her hands inside his pants to feel his legs. She was acutely aware of the fact that her face was only inches away from his penis. She tried doing this as quickly as possible – pressing her hands tightly against his thighs, rubbing and feeling every inch.
“Does any of this hurt at all?” she asked, holding her hands still. “Feel anything numb? Pain? Sensitivity? Anything that I should know about?”