Day 1, Late afternoon
“Yes, of course." Annelise went off, walking around the tent to check up on their patients until she noticed someone a few spaces away. “James, is it?" Annelise briefly glanced over his personal info after reaching his side. “Want to tell me the reason for the intense lip-biting or were you planning on toughing it out?"
“Doc, I...it hurts, right here," the 40-year-old man gently patted his side, looking at her before she slowly zipped down his navy blue overalls. Suddenly, there was a soft grip on her wrist and Annelise looked at James. “Woah, doc, this is not even our first date..." James chuckled to himself.
“If one thing this bravado of yours tells me is that you’re in good spirits," she added.
“Wow, a psychologist too? How did I ever get so—"
It was during that moment that Annelise pressed her hand into the side, and James reacted with a shark inhale while trying to keep himself from screaming in pain. “Does it hurt like this only when I touch it?"
“And when I move."
He more than likely had a bruised rib.“This pain may linger for a while, but I’ll bring you something to help with that. For now I’ll keep an eye on you, it may be nothing serious." No more serious than that head wound, she thought to herself.
The man simply nodded his head. Back in the hospital, they would have taken an x-ray given his complaint, butt, well, they weren’t at the hospital.
“Yes, of course." Annelise went off, walking around the tent to check up on their patients until she noticed someone a few spaces away. “James, is it?" Annelise briefly glanced over his personal info after reaching his side. “Want to tell me the reason for the intense lip-biting or were you planning on toughing it out?"
“Doc, I...it hurts, right here," the 40-year-old man gently patted his side, looking at her before she slowly zipped down his navy blue overalls. Suddenly, there was a soft grip on her wrist and Annelise looked at James. “Woah, doc, this is not even our first date..." James chuckled to himself.
“If one thing this bravado of yours tells me is that you’re in good spirits," she added.
“Wow, a psychologist too? How did I ever get so—"
It was during that moment that Annelise pressed her hand into the side, and James reacted with a shark inhale while trying to keep himself from screaming in pain. “Does it hurt like this only when I touch it?"
“And when I move."
He more than likely had a bruised rib.“This pain may linger for a while, but I’ll bring you something to help with that. For now I’ll keep an eye on you, it may be nothing serious." No more serious than that head wound, she thought to herself.
The man simply nodded his head. Back in the hospital, they would have taken an x-ray given his complaint, butt, well, they weren’t at the hospital.