Chapter 8

Troy

Doctor Jacobs knocked and entered my office upon my command. He put his heavy black bag on the floor and sat down without waiting for an invitation. “Do you want a drink?” I asked.

“Just water, thank you, I have more patients to see.”

I pushed away from my desk, and went to the small bar fridge to get the doctor his water before I walked around it to perch on the edge of my table as I always do when someone I know and trust is in my office. “How is she?”

“She’s malnourished and dehydrated, but in good health, all things considered.”

He spent nearly an hour with Quinn, and I wasn't satistifed with his answer. “What about her foot? Is there something you can do?”

The doctor woefully shook his head. “I can’t tell you. Without imaging, an MRI would be best, I can’t tell how extensive the damage is.”

"When do you need her to go?"

"She declined further medical attention."

I snorted loudly. “When do you need her to go?" I repeated the question.

"We can fit her in next week, but