Jon turned the key and opened the door, stepped inside and closed it behind him. A noise startled him and he turned to face the living room.
"What are you doing here?" He asked
"Craig's office called me, they said you had been injured on duty" the woman said
Jon looked suspiciously at her and then remembered he still had her listed as a contact in case of an emergency. Dr. Jackson's nurse must have called her after what happened last night.
"She said you may need some help, were you shot?" she asked
"Look Jen I don't think this is such a good idea right now, and I'm fine."
Jon stared at his ex wife. Time was certainly being kind to her as she seems more beautiful with each passing year. She still had not remarried since their divorce but he admired her independence and truthfully doubted that she would ever remarry.
"You look different have you lost weight?" she asked
"You could say that, I uh it's a little complicated." He stammered
"Here, let me take that.." she said as she started walking toward him, reaching out for the small suitcase he was holding.
She stopped as she got within a few feet of him and with a confused look on her face asked again "Are you sure you haven't lost weight, you seem different"
She was right, now that he had Joy's shorter legs, he now looked damn near eye to eye to his ex wife. Out of reflex he stood up on his tiptoes but could not hold the position for long as Joy's calf muscles were not accustom to supporting the extra weight of his upper torso.
Jennifer noticed Jon seemed nervous and bounced up and down on his tiptoes. Surely something was wrong, his normal confidence was not showing in his voice. She looked down and again was confused at how the blue sweat pants he was wearing bunched up at the feet, nearly covering them. The tee shirt he was wearing hung low and snug at the hips, which seemed wider and lower than normal.
"So who is she?" she asked
"Who?" Jon said
"Your girlfriend, it's obvious you've just been with another woman"
"What do you mean" Jon asked annoyed
"Come on Jonny, a woman knows. I can still smell her on you."
A lump formed in Jon's throat. "God" he thought as he remembered what Dr. Jackson had told him about Joy's injuries and the fluids draining from her vagina.
"Jen, it's not what you think...we were attacked last night..and "
"You don't have to justify anything to me, we're divorced now, I'm a big girl and it's only fair that you have moved on but for God's sake Jon clean yourself off. You reek."
She was clearly jealous and knowing that, made Jon feel good in different sense. This proved she still had feelings for him, but for now, he had to clear up this misunderstanding, no matter how embarrassing it is.
"Jen, come and sit we need to talk." He said and guided her over to the couch.
He sat and winced in discomfort as tender flesh was pulled. He sniffed and, she was right. He could smell the obvious musky odor of female sex and his stomach rolled as he realized the smell was coming from him. Jon glanced over at the suitcase the nurse had sent him home with. In it were the necessities, his prescriptions, some clean underwear, uniform bottoms that were the correct size, some socks and a box of napkins she said to change at least twice daily until the discharge stopped. He felt humiliated now to know that there was no way the nurse, nor his long time friend Dr. Craig Jackson had not smelled the odor but they were too polite to say anything, he just didn't pick up on their subtle hints. Shit, how could he? For the first time he started to feel very angry.
"This is going to be hard to believe " he started
