Doctor Summers, (or Niel, as he'd asked me to call him,) handed over my discharge papers with a smile.
"You're all set to go."
I nodded, tucking the papers away into the tote bag Trisha had brought me. "Anything I should watch for?"
"Not really. You've healed up perfectly. However, the scar-"
I waved my hand. "I don't mind it. It's fine, really." He'd tried to talk me into scar revision surgury a dozen times to remove the scar from my leg. It was big for sure, and long; it ran from the top of my thigh almost to my knee, and was reddish purple in colour.
"If you're sure."
"I am. Besides, I only have a scar. You should see the other guy," I smirked.
Niel laughed. "Fair enough. Well, don't take this the wrong way, but I hope I don't see you for a while. At least, not as my patient."
