Louis knocked once and entered Dr. Harris's office, the elder man sat comfortably behind his huge mahogany desk beckoning him to move forth. He did and thus, he sat there comfortable staring intently at his eyes.

"I would love to take Chelsea home," Louis broke out the news without a second thought.

Dr. Harris didn't say anything, but he looked like he was going to argue, to mutter severe unpleasant words, good enough, he didn't express it as much as it seems like he would.

"Sure, but you would need a nurse coming to check on her, and even giving her the pain killers while changing her bandages," the older...