@tristan–lewis
“For god sakes, I’m fine.” Isabel stated as a nurse fussed over the cut on her neck. It wasn’t bleeding that badly anymore and she was a little bit sore because of what happened. “She’s being difficult Dr. Lewis, maybe you will have better luck.” The nurse told him outside of her room. Isabel sat up a little bit straighter, she hadn’t realized that Tristan was working. “Hi.” She spoke softly when he came in. “I’m fine. Just tired.” And it wasn’t like she could go home, it was being processed as a crime scene still.
Tristan had picked up the file from the nurse, flipped it open and paused at the name. Shit... He knew for a fact that his being the doctor on this case wasn’t a good idea and he probably would request someone else oversee her, but he did want to make sure she was okay. “I got it...” He promised the nurse before walking into the room. “Isabel... hi...” He gave a sad smile. His eyes instinctively looking her over. She was stable. It was okay, right? “What happened to you?”
















