“That depends on Officer Kinslow, how he heals, and his primary care physician,” Dr. Ritter explained gently. She turned to me. “You’ll get released back to work only when your body is ready and not before. I’m sure the troopers won’t take any chances.” She graced us both with a smile. “All right, then. Do you have any questions?”
I couldn’t think of any so I shook my head. Angela glared but then thanked the doctor. After leaving instructions to press the call button if I needed anything, and to try and get some rest, the doctor left. I watched her go, feeling weird. I didn’t know what I would do with myself with a week off, let alone four or five. Or six, if Angela had her way. But I was tired and hurting, and the drugs coursing through my system pushed that all back.
Angela stood and combed her fingers through my hair before leaning forward to kiss my forehead. “Rest now, Travis,” she murmured soothingly.
My eyes drifted shut.
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