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</div></div><br/>Dax Ripley was quite sure Dr. Ian Callaghan had seen his fair share of young men in the Emergency/Trauma department. They were part of the frequent flier program, and Dr. Callaghan appeared jaded from seeing so many stoner skater boys by now. Dax didn't remember any details while having the ride of his life. His brand spanking new<i>Subrosa Novus</i>freestyle bike was everything the specs had promised. The gears were flawless and the suspension smooth. Dax didn't recall the exhilaration he felt as he ripped down into the jump box. The fact he nailed all the gnarliest jumps and followed with a sick grind off the hand rails was a memory completely wiped out.<br/><br/>The stellar run was like a video game, only it turned into an epic fail.<br/><br/>The run was a complete blur as Dax jumped and landed, peddling hard to pick up enough momentum for the next trick. Then Mike and his bike were blocking his path, and it was either collide or crash into the little kids standing where they shouldn't have been. Dax would have jammed on his brakes but his custom bike didn't have any. His wheels locked up but the bike kept on moving forward in the air, revolving in a 360 ° flip overhead. Connecting with Michael's front wheel, Dax was flung forward over his handlebars, the metal twisting his leg up in it, snapping the bone before he plummeted to the skate deck below. Dax was knocked out from the impact for at least five minutes.<br/><br/>After determining his injuries weren't going to kill him, Dax was given an ample amount of IV morphine, and he was flying high on an opiate wave.<br/><br/><b>"Dudeee...I am so faded.  I don't remember anything that happened, only waking up in the ambulance. It must have been pretty bad."</b>he mumbled heavily through the answer, nodding off intermittently and then becoming alert.<br/><br/>His head felt like someone was hammering his skull from the inside out, as he attempted to follow along with the doctor's report.<b>"The 'rents should be here to hear this, hope they get in here soon."</b>Dax replied.<br/><br/>Maybe it was the<i> first line r</i>unning through the tubing that Dax was high on, but the cute doctor in the room was giving him a boner. It didn't help matters any when Ian began to assess his body for any more injuries from the accident. The paramedics and emergency room nurses cut off all of his clothing in order to better access his injuries and to start intravenous lines in his veins. He flinched as the probing fingers began to examine the serrated edges of muscle outlining the landmarks of his sternum, the medicine in his IV was able to fend off the edge of pain from his banged up ribs. Not so for his banged up shin.<br/><br/>Dax had a goofy looking smile tracing his lips while entertaining the thought that the doctor should move his examination further south. Although he would have preferred if Dr. Handsome directed his exam upon the engorged muscle between his thighs, Ian's fingers tested it the bruised area surrounding the broken bone in his leg. The sudden discomfort took his breath away, unable to hold back the squeal of pain accompanying the dull throb in in his lower leg. The receding ache left a blazing path of clarity in its wake as it cut through the thick opiate-laden haze allowing Dax's white-knuckled grip on the bed sheets to slowly diminish along with the uncomfortable pounding from his lower extremity.<br/><br/><b>"Owww, owww. oh fuck, I feel it!" </b>Dax broke out into a sheen of sweat, eyes squeezing shut.<br/><br/>When the white fog of discomfort began to lift, Dax quickly recovered. He just said no to drugs, and didn't take medicine even in the rare event he had a bad headache under normal circumstances.<b>"Yeah, I do, doc. It's definitely your face," </b>he replied with a sage nod before Ian gave his prognosis.<br/><br/>What Dr. Callaghan might begin to notice was that Daxon Ripley wasn't some brainless guy that danced around on the razor's edge of life, accepting stupid dares that habitually landed him in hospital beds. In fact, Dax didn't fit any particular profile and didn't want to fit into a preconceived mold either. He didn't drink or do drugs, he had not flunked out of school, and he was a law-abiding college kid that actually set some goals for his life outside of the skate park.  As the news was relayed, a sense of relief spread over his face.<br/><br/><b>"I sort of figured my leg was broken, must of been when you were feeling me up," </b>Dax smiled pleasantly, then laughed as Ian joked about the need for him to take up reading.<br/><br/><b>I'm already pretty nerdy as it is. I've got a research project I've been working on, and plenty of reading to do. You</b><i> could </i><b>rescue me from that fate,"</b>he chuckled, as a warmth spread through him from another burst of morphine through his IV.<br/><br/>The additional medication quickly took the pain away that threatened to return, but also caused his already flirtatious tone of voice to sound a bit slurred. Part of the background noise outside of the room buzzed in his ears, but he could hear his Mom at the nurse's station asking if the doctor had come to check on her son. Dax was happy that he managed to at least flirt with a hot doctor before his parents returned from dinner and before they were looming over his bed with their overprotective concern.  Otherwise there would have never been enough time for Dr. Callaghan to toy with the idea he proposed, and offer a solution to his problem in the form of a business card.<br/><br/><b>"I plan on it, doc."</b>Dax replied, glancing to the curtain that threated to part and allow his worried family to interrupt a private moment with the doctor.<b>"Can't wait to hear your phone voice," </b>he smiled, resting his head back on the pillow.<br/><br/>The fingers of his left hand curled around the square of paper with Dr. Callaghan's contact information on it, holding it tight.<b> "Will I have to stay overnight?"</b><br/><br/>Dax may not of had a litany of questions for Ian, but his parents, Eryx and Isla, were about to descend upon him and leave the ears of their son's doctor ringing with questions of their own.