“I just need to see about the rest of my family.” Peter replied tensely, still hurt but willing to face that if only to check on his nieces and nephews, his siblings. “I know they had to have come to the hospital, I need to see them.”
“So says you, someone who hasn’t been to med school.” She taunted as she brushed his hair back, her hand working on the gash.
Peter sighed. “Fine, look at it.” he grumbled. “Sixteen years of military to get shot at by an idiot robbing a convenience store.” he shook his head. “Patch it up, I hate hospitals.”
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