“I feel fine, just let me go," I whine like a little kid, unable to stop myself. My patience exploded about five minutes ago and I can't take it anymore.
“Nikolai, this is a miracle," repeats the psychopathic doctor who hasn't shut up since Agatha left. I grit my teeth and stop myself from saying something extremely rude, “When you see the condition of the car, you'll realize. I don't know where the files are, but I need to run tests on you again and...”
“No. Honestly, I don't believe in miracles. There must be a logical solution, but the result is the same: I'm fine. I'm within my rights to leave.”
The doctor shares a worried look with a nurse. They remain unconvinced.
“Actually, no. I am within my rights to decide whether my patient can be discharged or not. And you only feel fine b
