Max carried you into the ER and would not let you walk. He instantly demanded a doctor come out and check you over as he laid you on a gurney that was brought out for you..
"She may have a concussion and she looks like she needs stitches."
"Are you trying to take my job from me?" The doctor attempted to joke.
Max's glare shut him up. Promptly.
"Okay then, let's wheel her into exam room three," THe doctor said as he followed the nurses pushing your gurney. He began checking you over and after a few minutes of Max pacing like a caged animal, he spoke up. "I want a CT scan done on the head. There are signs of a concussion, so we just want to be sure everything is okay. Also, we're going to glue the wound on your head instead of using stitches because it actually doesn't look severe enough for stitches. And are you up to date on your Tetanus shots?"
You nodded, and with Max's help, feebly got into the wheelchair that the nurses had brought in to wheel you down to radiology.
After the tests were run, you came back to the exam room with Max close by your side as the nurses cleaned your wound and got it glued shut. You winced a few times, and this had Max on high alert, but you assured him it was nothing the nurses were doing and just the soreness from the wound.
You waited for about an hour to get the results of your CT scan and when they finally came back with them, you found out you indeed had a mild concussion.
"Will I have to stay awake overnight," you asked. "Because as tired as I am, that will be a problem."
"No," the doctor said. "I think it would be safe enough to sleep but let your boyfriend wake you up every hour or two to make sure you are coherent."
"Oh, he's not-"
"I'll be happy to, Doc." Max cut in. "I'll room with her and make sure she's just fine."
"But, Max, you won't get any sleep if you are watching over me all night."
"I'll be fine, sweetheart. Don't worry about it."
