The door flew open and in walked Deanna, the last person I expected to see here. She used to be a good friend of mine and Claire's, back when life was a little less complicated.
Deanna froze for a second when she spotted me. She definitely hadn't planned on running into me in this hospital room. Glancing at the police officer by the bed, she came over with my chart in her hand.
"You're the one they brought in last night?"
I nodded. "Yeah. That's me."
"We did some bloodwork and found a few things. Is now a good time to go over it?"
I looked at the officer, feeling awkward. "Sorry, officer. I don't think I can answer any questions right now..."
Before I could finish, Deanna jumped in. "Officer, my patient is in rough shape. He has a concussion and a bunch of other injuries. This really isn't the best time for an interview."
The officer sighed, got up, and said, "Alright. Just please stay in town for now. We'll need to do some follow-up and might have more questions later. Keep your phone on."
Once the officer left, Deanna closed the door behind him. The calm mask she wore before slipped right off. She looked furious as she plopped down on the edge of my bed.
"You're seriously lucky, you know that? The car burned and you're still here to talk about it."
I tried to smile. "Guess I'm tough to kill."
My attempt at humor just seemed to make her angrier. She tossed the chart onto my bed.
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
The look on her face made it clear. She'd seen the test results. She knew.
"You found out."
"Of course I found out! When did this start? How did you let it get so bad?"



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