Chapter 13

“No…the opposite. Parts are numb. Other sections of that side of my face always feel weird now.” He closed his eyes. It was obviously a sensitive subject.

“Parathesia.”

“What?”

“That’s what it’s called, altered sensation due to nerve damage. It might eventually heal. Nerves do sometimes re-grow over time, just really slowly, about a millimeter a month optimally.”

He gave me a funny look.

I pointed at myself. “Neurobiologist, remember? When I look at people, half the time I don’t just take the clothes off, I take the skin off too, because I’ve always been fascinated by how the motion occurs, the muscles, the nerves, and ligaments.”

“You’re weird,” he said, with a grin. “You’re also compassionate and kissable too.”

“Why compassionate?”

“Last night, with the migraine. You could’ve just left me alone. Most guys tend to shy away from that sort of thing. You also could’ve ratted me out to Caldwell or my boss.”

I thought about the problem. “Would they fire you?”