"Can you move your arm?"
"Yea, it's just a little bruises."
"Good, then that will be it just be careful next time." The doctor says and I nod and walk out of the room.
Trevor brought me to the clinic first thing after the interview because he was just being too worried for nothing. The doctor has bandaged me up and my hands look like I was in a boxing fight, well typically I was boxing the wall in the washrooms.
He is seated on the seat outside checking his phone, he smiles when he sees me. He's been doing a lot of smiling lately, I'm not complaining though, the more he smiles the less we are at each other's neck.
"You done?"
Yea."
"I'm going through social media and people are starting to warm up to you, some are even sympathizing with you."
Ugh.
I roll my eyes.
That doesn't me
