Two weeks later Tyler and I are sitting at doctor Culbertson's office waiting to see him. He is suppose to be the best doctor dealing with injuries deemed irreversible. He is fidgeting and not sitting still making me a nervous wreck. I held his hand and rubbed his arms but nothing helped.
"Tyler please calm down your freaking me out",I whined leaning on his good shoulder. He sighed and nodded.
"fine but I don't have much faith that he will help me",he muttered looking at the row of magazines that I looked at earlier. We sat another two hours before I was called back with Tara in tow. We sat in the room before a middle-aged man walked in and took a seat after introducing himself. He had Tyler's file which was thick and got down to business.
"so Tyler Franklin I see you served in the mari
