Heeeellloooooo!
"What did you do? Rob a hardware store!?" Dr. Parker asked as he looked over the X-rays again. He tipped his glasses down and counted. "Seven plates, somewhere north of 50 screws… Wires? What do you do for a living? Stuntman?"
Alex looked at the same picture, remembering the incidents that had caused all of the metal to placed in his leg.
"Yeah…" he nodded and looked down towards his right leg. "I do a lot of motorcycle stunts, and tricking…"
The doctor studied the pictures again and turned back to Alex. "I'd recommend you to choose a different career…"
Alex shrugged, "Well, I enjoy what I do…"
"You can't enjoy this…" the doctor pointed to the screen, where all sorts of metal objects lit up the pictures.
"No, that's the less glamorous part of the job…" he admitted, "But I do it for the thrill… So I'd probably just do stupid things on my own time if I had to…"
The doctor nodded, "Okay then… But what would make you quit that?"
"Nothing short of being bound to a wheelchair I guess…" he shrugged, "I don't really put that much thought to it…"
"Well, I'm just saying this to try to save you from problems in the future, quit now. While you can still walk away from it…"
Alex fought hard not to roll his eyes as he mentally cussed regular, public doctors and surgeons like Dr. Parker. It was so much easier with the special staff his team, or Jack's team, had. But with the times being like they were and their flight back to LA not being scheduled for another day, it was best to seek out some professionals. Even if they were regular doctors.
Okay, trying to post again and actually finish this sometime…