Sam's POV
I growled at the TV, once again that stupid TV has nothing good to watch!
"I'm gonna smash-"
The door suddenly opened, the doctor walking in to see me with my arm up in the air getting ready to chuck the remote at the TV.
We both froze, I slowly lowered my arm as he watched me the entire time.
I set the remote down then slowly moved my hand to my lap, crossing my fingers and smiling cheekily at him.
We stared at each other, then she cleared her throat, "well then, Sam, your healing rate is incredible. If you keep it up, you'll be out by morning, but we recommend to rest as much as you can. Don't over do it."
I nodded, she nodded back, "that's all, have a nice night and... uh... please don't break the TV."
With that, she left the room and I first bumped the air, "beat that
