He was not concerned about his head. It was a slight bump, but it would not hurt to be thorough as he waited for his test results.
However, his wound hurt like a bitch. Although it would not kill him, it still was a pain in the ass, preventing him from moving his arms.
"Ok, Dr. Sheldon, how do you plan to treat me?" He lay on the bed comfortably, smiling and enjoying his time.
He would have crossed his arms across his chest, but moving it was too painful. Therefore, he had to leave it on the sling and watched the woman in a white coat stand over his bed.
Nevertheless, on the bright side, he still had a good view from his standpoint. And honestly, he liked what he was seeing.
"Mr. Carter, you have a slight bruising on the left side of your scalp, but nothing that will require surgery." She explained to him.
