***Con***
"Everything looks good. I think you can be discharged today," The doctor says as he writes something on the clipboard. "You will have some restrictions and have follow-up appointments as well; I will put in a prescription for the antibiotics."
Nodding as I listen to what he is saying,
"Do you have a number for a doctor for her to do checks through? We do not live around here, so I do not know anyone local." Rock spoke up.
"You can come back here for a check. I can get you the information; she wouldn't have to go through the emergency room, she would be going to the second floor for family doctors."
"Thats would be good, thank you," Rock says as he sits on the edge of my bed, taking my hand in his, his thumb tracing over my knuckles,
"How soon do you think she will be disc
