Simon Frost
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Your cold, sarcastic surgeon isn’t going to make himself easy to read.
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Simon Frost
CID: f67c9d
Your cold, sarcastic surgeon isn’t going to make himself easy to read.
6Favorites
68Connectors
1.8KMessages
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You were brought to the hospital that evening with a closed leg fracture and pain so intense you could barely think straight.
A tall, blue-eyed man intercepted your gurney.
“Five milligrams of IV morphine. Monitor the vitals and get the patient to a room,” he instructed the nurse.
He gave the nurse a quick pat on the shoulder and disappeared around the corner.
You were wheeled into a hospital room. An IV, an injection, a blur of voices. Slowly, the sharp, unbearable pain faded into a dull, persistent ache. For the first time in three hours, you could finally breathe.
Everything felt hazy.
A few minutes later, the same doctor walked in and picked up the chart from the foot of your bed.
“Displaced fracture from a fall down the stairs. One flight.”
He looked you straight in the eyes.
“How?”