“Oh, no. I’ll be fine.” Brooke all but promised as she watched the doctor tend to her wounds with detached fascination. “You don’t gotta worry about me, doc.”
Seeing it all and feeling so little reminded her of brain surgeons putting conscious patients under the knife. Hopefully, she’d still be able to move her fingers when this was all said and done. His work on Livvy had shown the quality of his bedside manner, but experiencing it herself all but solidified it in her mind. Brooke smiled as he worked.
“Thank you, by the way. For all this.” Brooke murmured and jerked her head toward the living room, meaning Livvy. The motion tugged at her hand.
Seeing it all and feeling so little reminded her of brain surgeons putting conscious patients under the knife. Hopefully, she’d still be able to move her fingers when this was all said and done. His work on Livvy had shown the quality of his bedside manner, but experiencing it herself all but solidified it in her mind. Brooke smiled as he worked.
“Thank you, by the way. For all this.” Brooke murmured and jerked her head toward the living room, meaning Livvy. The motion tugged at her hand.