Jack
"Leave everything to me; I'll handle it," Martin reassures me for the umpteenth time. I could barely hold back from rolling my eyes.
"I heard you the first time, Martin. Can we get this over with? I don't want to be in a hospital any longer than I have to," I groan, raking my fingers through my hair in exasperation, and he nods.
"Fine," he mutters just as he pushes my wheelchair to a stop in front of the clinical director's office.
He knocked, and almost instantly the door is flung open by none other than a flustered-looking clinical director whose eyes immediately light up into a big ass smile.
"Come on in, Mr Carter, Martin, I've been expecting you" he says, acknowledging us with a nod.
Martin simply nods in response, pushing my wheelchair into the spacious office that has big
