Bruce
"Can I go?" I blinked up at Juliana. The woman shook her head.
"Not yet," she said with a chuckle. "You're still not exactly in the clear. Your body needs to heal. And please, can you tell that big log of a man to get out?" She pointed at Maximus.
Maximus stood by the window, arms folded across his chest, eyes not on her but on the nurses and the real doctor—the one with glasses and a suspicious look in his eyes.
"He's just doing his job," I said, waving her off with my good arm.
"So, about your wound…" she continued, holding her clipboard. "You got shot in the back, and like I said, luck must be on your side, but I can’t exactly say you're in the clear when it comes to using your right arm."
I shook my head. "A man needs his right arm, doesn’t he?" I looked at Maximus, who me
