The man gasped and held the back of his head, which had hit the wall thanks to the push. He wasn’t even slightly unsettled - or at least, tried to perserve this impression.
“He keeps on having panic attacks and has a tendency to harm himself during extreme ones. Thrashing around and slamming at walls has the consequence of bruised. I am currently adjusting his medication, but don’t want to give him anything that leaves him dazed to the point of catatony.“
He grabbed Juli’s arms and removed them from his collar, being deliberately careful. Using force would only support her suspicion.
“I appreciate your concern, but I assure you that I have done nothing to harm Leslie. It’s just difficult to keep him calm sometimes.”
Her eyes did not leave his as he pried away her hands from him, her eyes still burning a hole into him. Juli did not believe him, not after the way Leslie acted when she asked him about those bruises. But she had no way of proving that he was the one that was doing the harm.
Pulling her arms away from his grasp she took a step away from him, her head pounding from the stress. Putting her hand up to her forehead to massage she took in deep breath.
“Fine.” She mumbled to herself. “I am hoping to see improvement, doctor. If there is anything that I find suspicious,anything at all, I will search you. With the police department at my back.”
