Ch.3
He slowly walked over to his patient.
"Hi. I'm Dr. Jack Stewart."
"Yes, I remember you."
"That's good. Why are you back in town?"
"Because I recently moved here and I was going to call you when I wasn't so busy."
"Okay. I thought that you had forgotten me but I guess I was wrong."
"Yeah, your wrong."
"By the way, do you have any aspirin around here? My head's killing me."
"Sure, I'll be right back," Jack said and then he walked briskly out of the room. Less than five seconds later, he returned with two aspirins and a new, clean cup. He poured her some water, and then he handed the aspirin and the cup of water to her. She swallowed the medication down with the water and then she placed the glass next to her.
"So what's wrong with me?"
"Well, you have a concussion and two cracked ribs which I bandaged up. Everything will heal on their own but the ribs might take a little longer to heal."
"Okay."
"Would you have any idea of how this happened?"
"Sort of. I was walking through an alleyway after work and someone attacked me from behind. I didn't see who it was. When I tried to turn around, they knocked me out."
"I guess that means no more walking through alleyways," Jack said.
"I guess not," Elizabeth said as she started to laugh, "Ow!" Her laugh sounded like she was wheezing. After a few moments, the wheezing stopped.
"Breathe," Jack said. Elizabeth did breathe in and out a couple of times.
"Better?"
"Yeah, a little bit."
"Good. Now try not to laugh that hard again because it's going to sound like that each time until your ribs are healed.
"Great," Elizabeth said exasperated as she leaned back against her pillow.
"You don't like being in hospitals, do you?" Jack asked.
"Not really and by the way the food is nasty."
"I know but one of my friends loves it."
"You're kidding, right?"
"No."
"What's his name?"