Michael Malone - Weebly

The doctor's hands moved gently as she changed
bandages behind the pulled curtain. "Are you doing
okay here? Want me to try to find you a private room?"
"No, this is fine."
"Well, I don't see why you'll have to stay more than
a day or two.
We'll run some tests and let you rest and probably
put you on a bunch of new medications. Now the
problem is, I guess you know there's a cop waiting to
talk to you?" Dr. Deeds smoothed the covers over Mrs.
Haig, then stepped back, her hands stuffed in the wide
white pockets of her jacket. "This is the last thing in the
world you ought to have to talk to those jerks about.
So don't you let them give you a rough time. You just
tell them to buzz off. Or you send for me and I'll be glad
to get rid of them for you. They've been trained to
kowtow to medical mumbo-jumbo. Promise? Okay.
That's right, you get some sleep."
Judith with some effort murmured, "Thank you,"
touched her fingers to those of Ruth Deeds, then drifted
back asleep before the door fully closed.