“Dan!” Logan’s eyes flashed and the man laughed. He tested Hana’s fingers, bending each of them in turn.
“Some slight nerve damage,” he muttered. He glanced up at her and sparkling blue eyes glinted from behind hooded eyelids. “It’s infected for sure. Did your surgeon prescribe antibiotics before discharging you?”
Hana swallowed. “I took whatever they gave me.”
The doctor twisted his lips into a grimace and wrinkled his nose. “I’ll give you some more. I could take swabs, but they’ll need to go to the laboratory.” He glanced across at Logan. “Do you want that?”
“I’m not a doctor,” Logan replied. He folded his arms across his chest. “Do what you think.”
The man shrugged. “You’re the boss.” He sighed. “I’ll take swabs and get them analysed. In the meantime I’ll give you more antibiotics.
