The Good Doctor

Jamison donned medical rubber gloves, selected a pair of tweezers, and carefully unwrapped the gauze covering Callie’s arm. As the gauze came undone, it disturbed the wound, causing Callie to take a sharp intake of breath. Jamison’s gaze focused on the wound, revealing signs of inflammation despite the presence of scabs. He spoke sternly, ‘Your wound has become infected.’ Callie had underestimated the seriousness of her injury because it didn’t hurt much when left untouched. However, when confronted with Jamison’s words, she looked down and noticed the inflammation around the suture. ‘Looks that way,’ she acknowledged with a nod. ‘But it’s alright; I’ll take some anti-inflammatory tablets later.’ Callie made a move to lower her sleeve, but her action was halted by Jamison’s firm grip on her hand. Jamison’s brow furrowed. ‘If you keep downplaying your condition like this, I can’t guarantee that Elias won’t find out about your injury.’ Callie bit her lip, frustration building. ‘Dr Garcia