Ivory POV
I tried to drift back into the darkness, but the sharp smell of rubbing alcohol wouldn't let me. I slowly peeled my eyes open, only to find Dr. Lana….the school’s blunt, no-nonsense doctor standing over me. She was clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she checked the dark purple bruises blooming on my arms.
I quickly squeezed my eyes shut again, pretending to be unconscious. I wasn't ready to talk. I wasn't ready for the "I told you so."
"Oh, give it up, Ivory," Dr. Lana sighed, her voice dry as sandpaper. "I saw those eyelids flicker. You might as well stay on that bed and start booking schedules for 'beat-up appointments' at this rate. You are becoming my most frequent customer."
Only Dr Lana is the one physician in the world to see a patient as their custo
