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    Loving A Wounded Hero
    Loving A Wounded Hero
    Loving A Wounded Hero
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    Loving A Wounded Hero

    By Skye Eagleday

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    By the NY Times and USA Today Best Selling Author--Skye Eagleday. An inspirational tale of romance.

    Clay Jose Sanchez was a decorated hero--and one of the many wounded warriors recovering from a road side explosion in Afghanistan. Curvy Kloe is a new physical therapist who has been assigned to work with Clay, a Latino patient who has managed to alienate every other provider at the hospital. But in looking through his medical records, Kloe discovers his girlfriend had been with him through over thirty surgeries, and then left a seven word handwritten note: "Can't take no more. I'm gone." His pain isn’t just physical.

    As they continue to work together in his rehabilitation, they grow so close they begin to invade each other's passionate dreams. It's a miracle that Clay's desire and manhood return. Perhaps it's only a matter of time before he can walk again as well. Kloe has learned to see past the scars and pain to see the true hero he is within.

    (This very sexy and inspirational Interracial adults only story contains scenes of romantic love-making)

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    I closed the door and listened a moment to the smooth jazz coming from the clock radio I had left on. When I put my head on my pillow I was gone before Fattburger had finished. In my dreams I was whole again. I could move without pain, and when I looked up, Kloe was there. It was a lucid dream again, and I was aware it was a dream because Honey should be here--not someone I had just met.

    “You’re a hero,” dream Kloe told me. “You’re just the one I want to be the father of my children.” She smiled, flashing that little space between her teeth at me.

    “I always wanted to be a father,” I told her honestly. There had been that slight fear when Honey thought she might be pregnant, but we weren’t ready for that. It was a false alarm, anyway. I tried to think of Honey, but she wouldn’t come. Dream Kloe reached out and traced my lips with her fingertip. She then leaned forward and kissed me lightly.

    “See--now we have a goal,” she growled. “Let’s work on it together.” Dream Kloe slowly began to unbutton her white blouse and again I knew this was a dream because she wasn’t wearing the bra I had been staring at earlier, obvious beneath her top.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEagle Feather Press
    Release dateMar 24, 2016
    ISBN9781502281371
    Loving A Wounded Hero
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    Skye Eagleday

    I am a Native American. I am also a Storyteller. Some stories are best told during the day. Some stories are best told during the night. I tell many different types of Stories. One of the favorite characters for many Native American Storytellers is Coyote. Coyote stories are also the ones most often censored by non-Natives.Did you know, for example, where I'm from it is said Coyote had two penises? You can visit my blog: www.SkyeEagleday.blogspot.com

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      Loving A Wounded Hero - Skye Eagleday

      Loving A Wounded Hero

      Skye Eagleday

      Kloe

      I was a freshly minted physical therapist and newly hired by the Veteran’s Hospital. It’s a crazy time, where needs have never been greater for the wounded warriors—but the crazy Federal budget cuts mean the returning men and women have to wait so long for services. I know I was hired because several of the other staff had retired, which meant there were still fewer therapists overall for the military people who needed help. A decade into the Afghanistan combat, we now have over 16,000 severely injured from blast wounds. The hated initials IED stand for improvised explosive device. Such a small term for something that has caused such terrible damage to so many.

      I walked past ward after ward of patients who had survived—but without legs, or with an arm missing. And oh, the scars—countless as stars. Working with the military was like living in a textbook. Some injuries and treatments were so new, we were the first to see what could be done. Our knowledge of treating individuals who were blown apart has grown so much, we’re able to keep people alive who would have never made it off the battlefield even eight years ago. But I had already met a lot of soldiers who told me that they wished we weren’t so good at helping them live. It’s such a chilling thing to hear a patient you’re working with tell you, I wish I had just been killed.

      I had just past a waiting area when I heard a balding blonde guy do a stage whisper of Look at the junk in that trunk! The guy next to him laughed. Yeah. I had curves. I’m a healthy girl who made it through high school and college without starving myself to look like I was on the cheerleading team. I was never a cheerleader. My family couldn’t afford to send me to college so I kept my head in my books to make sure I could nab a scholarship to become a physical therapist.

      It was frustrating, but working here felt like the right thing to do. At the staff meeting I was handed a thick file and the Admin called me into her office. Look, she said, I know what it’s like to be the newest kid on the block. I have to give you this file, but he’s a trouble maker and a lot of staff refuse to work with him. I need you to see him for an initial assessment, but if you want to refer him out to someone else, I’ll completely understand.

      Curious, I took a few minutes at my desk and flipped through his chart. Clayton Jose Sanchez. Originally from Arizona. Twenty-three years old. Purple Heart—oak cluster. I had to google that—I knew the Purple Heart was awarded for being wounded in action, but I had no idea what an oak cluster was. Apparently it was something that was added to the Purple Heart for each additional injury you have. Great. He was wounded and then wounded again. His legs had been badly damaged when the roadside bomb went off. He was the only survivor on board.

      I kept plowing through the file, looking at notations and additional comments left by what seemed like a countless parade of doctors, nurses, and other therapists, both psychological and physical. Patient’s girlfriend had been present through most of his 38 surgeries, someone named Johnson had written. Then when I wheeled him back into his room, she was gone and there was only a seven word handwritten note: Can’t take it no more. I’m gone." I read it again. I couldn’t even imagine.

      I thought about my asshole of an ex. I remembered the old joke—I miss my ex but my aim is improving. The memory was bad enough that I skipped dating while finishing my degree which meant I graduated with the highest rank in my class but I was also voted most likely to become an old woman infected with cats. I sighed and turned back to Clay’s file.

      Things seem to have gone downhill from there. No shit, Sherlock. I flipped through to the most recent entry. He had been referred out. To me. He made me think of the hot potato someone hands you when you’re short a pot holder or a plate.

      Hey, Kloe, Ashley said. Didn’t your momma ever tell you if you keep frowning that way you’ll get all wrinkled before your time? Believe me, baby—there’s only so much that botox can do.

      Yeah, I’m just a little overwhelmed with all the responsibility of being a grown up. My internship didn’t really prepare me for everything that gets dumped in my lap.

      You need to get laid.

      Why is that your solution to everything?

      Ashley laughed and said, If you ask me that then it just proves you’re a virgin. She looked me in the eyes and said, "This little old lady thought she had crabs and so she went to the doctor. ‘I think I have crabs,’ she told him.

      "‘When was the last time you had sex?’ he asked her.

      "‘Never,’ she said. ‘I’m a virgin.’ He frowned and told her to put on a gown so he could examine her.

      "When he finished he said,

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