~~Tristan’s PoV~~
Friday nights usually produce the most unusual cases in the small walk-in clinic where I work, so I don’t bat an eye when the nurse hands me the sign-in form and gives me a quick run-down.
“Woman in her mid-20s, possible broken shoulder. Dressed like she’s on her way to a medieval fair.”
I smile as I take the clipboard from her. “With or without the knight in shining armor?”
“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” She gives me a friendly wink before moving on to her next task.
That should have been my first clue, but we have people turn up in all kinds of costumes, especially on a Friday night when they’ve usually been drinking. It doesn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary.
I walk to the examining room, reading through the small amount of info on the clipboard, an
