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"That's not a Kansas accent. Well, less accent. More speech pattern, but okay." Her dark eyes looked up at him, almost knowingly.
"You don't see a lot of ER doctors, I'm sure, so let me explain what happens next. I'm going to have a nurse clean the wound to make sure there's no debris in the wound. Then, you'll get a numbing shot. Then I'll stitch you up."
Shelly titled her folder down slightly, letting him see the notes. He's different. Everything about him screams it, at least to her eyes. She's seen a lot and much of it weird. The only question is...what, how, and why?
And does she want to push.
"Oh, and antibiotics."
"You don't see a lot of ER doctors, I'm sure, so let me explain what happens next. I'm going to have a nurse clean the wound to make sure there's no debris in the wound. Then, you'll get a numbing shot. Then I'll stitch you up."
Shelly titled her folder down slightly, letting him see the notes. He's different. Everything about him screams it, at least to her eyes. She's seen a lot and much of it weird. The only question is...what, how, and why?
And does she want to push.
"Oh, and antibiotics."