Warning Shot

Two hours later, we are still sitting here in the room, waiting.

“This is a waste of time. Let’s just go home and forget it. I will be fine,” I say, going to stand up for him to just pull me back down. Well, it was worth a try, but apparently, he isn’t going to let me leave until I see someone. Finally, I get called.

I follow her into the room and explain the issue. I am asked if I have suffered any trauma recently. I laugh. Jackson, however, doesn’t find it funny at all.

“It should all be on her record.” Jackson smiles, nodding towards the computer. The doctor sits reading my notes. His mouth opens in shock, and then he looks back over to me.

“Okay, well, first, let’s see which parts of the body don’t respond as well.” He points to the hospital bed. Looking at Jackson, I feel my bratty self showing up.

“That is easy, my arse for one,” I mutter. Jackson looks at me in shock, and the doctor looks confused, clearly not hearing me. He spends a while going around my body, first touching i