"Who the fuck-"
Doctor didn’t saying anything to the tattooed guy that was in his briefs with a wife beater, holding a gun.
But just watched “J’s” lack of interaction and loss of verbiage while in his presence.
"You've got a shit ton of explaining to do."
He said to Joan. His cursing seemed to be in league with Joan's if not worse. Nathan followed Joan to where Josef was laying asleep and he nearly puked from the smell of blood.
"Holy damn."
He said nauseously when he caught sight of all the blood. He stepped out of the truck and lost the contents of his stomach into the grass. He cursed in a pissed off manner and kept his hands on his knees.
“ Friends of yours as well I take it?” The doctor asked Chole as he got up and out of the seat. “ I take it that he does well with authority figures like police, right?” he spoke as he headed to the back to watch him vomit near the driver’s side rear wheel well.
"He can't see blood or else he trips out." Joan said as the doctor turned around again to face both women. Taking a couple of steps towards them and asking in a low voice. “ What were you thinking?. The guy outside is carrying a loaded gun, upset that you and I both of wearing fatigues. OH this was a great idea. No wait” The doctor put up his hands “ You don’t wait to plan anything right, now I remember”. Maybe the comments were harsh but not for the doctor to hear and see the attitude of the welcoming party to his door.
Joan rubbed her eyes and looked over at the doc to see how he wanted to go about moving Josef. "There's...a bed." She said with an unwilling yawn. "It's in the upstairs room." Joan informed both the doc and Chloe.
“ I’m wearing blood soaked fatigues” The doctor looks himself up and down “ Go ask your boyfriend to help you carry Joesf in. It was clear that the doctor didn’t feel welcome and was going to give himself some space from this other guy.
turning to Chloe “ Remember to check his wounds only once per day” The doctor reached for several items and laid them out of her. “ antibiotics are in these big fluid bags that you’re going to hang, for the next few days”. The doctor then begins to make a small bag with instructions for her. “ Brown pills 4 X per day, the yellow and whites go PRN, that means as needed for pain, ok?” The doctor didn’t wait for a reply and continued “ Don’t worry, I’ve written everything on the bags”.
Maybe it was about now that the tattooed man and joan were able to get josef up with the two of them supports josef under his arms and carried out into the house.
“ If you need to help them, I’ll leave these here on the seat. I’m going to grab a bucket from the vehicle tool locker to wash out all the blood and rinse my ACU blouse top as well. You go on, get some rest upstairs with josef, I’ll be fine sleeping inside the truck”.