"There comes a time when a human desperately crys out to a deity to save them; whether they believe in a deity or not they wish to be saved. Cry out as loud; as desperately as you can, because who knows? That deity just might save you." —Icychica_
"She's fine, in great health I'd say. The wound on here head was well taken care of too." The doctor—a middle aged man with slightly graying hair said. I assumed he was English because of his accent.
"Are you sure?" Kazuchika asked.
"Yes, but if she did hit her head on the steering wheel as you said, hard enough to make her lose hold on reality... there should've been a sign of that or something, so either it wasn't that bad of an injury or there wasn't one in the first place." he explained, placing the tools he used earlier to examine me back into his medical bag. "If you want my opinion as a doctor, it's probably the latter."
"I see." Kazuchika replied, eyeing me suspiciously, making me gulp and avoid his eyes. "You may leave."