[b]Day 1, Late afternoon[/b]

[color=orange]“Yes, of course."[/color] Annelise went off, walking around the tent to check up on their patients until she noticed someone a few spaces away. [color=orange]“James, is it?"[/color] Annelise briefly glanced over his personal info after reaching his side. [color=orange]“Want to tell me the reason for the intense lip-biting or were you planning on toughing it out?"[/color]

[color=orange]“Doc, I...it hurts, right here,"[/color] the 40-year-old man gently patted his side, looking at her before she slowly zipped down his navy blue overalls. Suddenly, there was a soft grip on her wrist and Annelise looked at James. [color=orange]“Woah, doc, this is not even our first date..."[/color] James chuckled to himself.

[color=orange]“If one thing this bravado of yours tells me is that you’re in good spirits,"[/color] she added.

[color=orange]“Wow, a psychologist too? How did I ever get so—"[/color]

It was during that moment that Annelise pressed her hand into the side, and James reacted with a shark inhale while trying to keep himself from screaming in pain. [color=orange]“Does it hurt like this only when I touch it?"[/color] 

[color=orange]“And when I move."[/color]

He more than likely had a bruised rib.[color=orange]“This pain may linger for a while, but I’ll bring you something to help with that. For now I’ll keep an eye on you, it may be nothing serious."[/color] [I]No more serious than that head wound,[/I] she thought to herself.

The man simply nodded his head. Back in the hospital, they would have taken an x-ray given his complaint, butt, well, they weren’t at the hospital.