The doctor sawed off my cast, massaged my knee and checked it's response with the little hammer.
"Come back if you feel too much discomfort."
"Thank you Mr Kang." I said smiling at him, Jupiter stared at me intensely. Whenever I spoke to him.
"How have you been sleeping?, is everything going well?" Mr Kang was a 30 year old Korean man who looked like a super model. He was once my mother's close friend from university.
"I've been sleeping really well." I said as he pressed down on my knee, trying to test any possible discomfort.
"Any more nightmares?" Mr Kang asked.
"Are you a psychologist or a medical doctor?, he said he was feeling well let it end. I'm sure there's someone in the other room suffering from an std or diabetes that would benefit more from your overbearing question
