Chapter 50: Kavitha Khan
"Sparring session gone wrong was it?" asked Dr. Khan, a petite Indian woman wearing a white lab coat over a black silk saree, as she examined the CT scan of Jennifer’s arm.
"Unfortunately doctor," said Natasha.
Dr. Khan raised an eyebrow. "Don’t insult my intelligence Miss Dominatrix, I don’t care what you do in your private time, but I expect you to be honest with me when it comes to injuries," she said, her voice firm.
"Fine, you win. Here, let me show you," said Natasha, gently guiding Dr. Khan’s hand over her gloves and blazer sleeve.
Dr. Khan’s eyes widened in surprise as she felt the armor plates under Natasha’s blazer elbow, and the knuckle dusters on her gloves.
"I see, so that explains it. Damn, that is some serious body armor," she said, her voice tinged with admiration.
"Despite how it looks, it’s actually my uniform, and I am a security officer," said Natasha.
"Hmm, an interesting company of yours this is. Anyway, the good news is that the fracture is clean, and can be set without the need for surgery.
The bad news is that she will need to be in a cast for at least six weeks," said Dr. Khan, pulling on a pair of sterile gloves.
"Now, let’s get this arm set," she said, as she carefully manipulated Jennifer’s arm into the correct position.
Jennifer winced in pain, but remained silent.
Dr. Khan then wrapped her arm in a plaster cast, securing it in place.