"Alright Mr. Ludwig-"
"Just call me Ludvig please." I corrected the doctor. He stared at me for a moment before clearing his throat.
"A-alright...Ludwig. You're going to stay here for quite a while. I mean, you busted up your arm pre-tt-y bad a week ago." I quickly sat up.
"No, unacceptable! I have a station to run! I cannot lay here until god-knows-vhen!" I shouted, making him flinch.
"M-mr. Ludwig-"
"Stop calling me by my first name! Vhat are you a high school student?!"
"S-sorry! You have to stay here until you recover, end of story..." he trailed. "For you to work properly, you have to stay and recover. I am sorry. I must go. If you need anything just call for a nurse!" He turns and rushes out before i could say anything else. I growled, and sat there. How did this happen? Oh ja...Stupid case i had last veek. I just had to try to run over a damn fence...I sighed and layed back.
I am Ludvig, captain of the police department...i...feel like the weakling. Looking over at the brand new journal i have gotten from my last civilian for helping her find her son, she gave me this as a gift. Nice girl. I reach over with my good arm to get it, opening it to see how many pages are in it. A good amount. I pull out a pen behind my ear, pushing down the button to get the tip ut and began writing. Luckily, i am a left.
Day one of staying in the hospital. Over a stupid injury...But...it's better to be fully recovered than to work with one arm out. I'll get through it...somehow...