He checks each and every bruise and dressing, before he takes the bandage off her head. I look at the gash and all I feel is anger. Maybe I need to run Tiffany over with my car. She needs to feel some of that pain she likes to inflict on others. I wonder if she is mentally stable. Who in their right mind would do the things she does?
“Everything looks good, and I am very happy with your progress. You need to stay here another day or two so we can monitor you. If all goes well, you can go home on Thursday.” He says and she nods.
“Thank you, doc,” she says. He gives her an injection and increases her pain medication before he makes notes in her chart. “I will have something sent for you to eat. Eat slowly and rest if you can. I will be back later to check on you.” He says to her. He reall
