Declan's POV:
"How long?" I asked, my voice low and edged with a heavy dose of frustration that I couldn't quite hide no matter how hard I tried.
Dr. Alvarez looked up from his tablet, blinking a couple of times like I'd just yanked him straight out of some deep medical chart he was studying. "How long for what, exactly? You're going to have to be a bit more specific here, Declan."
"Don't do that with me. Don't play dumb like that." I sat on the edge of the examination table, my shirt still crumpled up somewhere behind me on the chair. My shoulder throbbed badly from all the poking, pulling, rotating, and endless testing they'd put me through over the last half hour or so. Every single movement sent a fresh, sharp spike of pain shooting down my arm and into my back. "You know exactly w
