Ryder's POV

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I sat down on the bed with my feet dangling over to the floor. A man dressed in a white lab coat that was obviously my doctor stood before me, with both his brows kneaded deep in concentration as he stared down at the clipboard in his hands, while murmuring incoherent words under his breath.

Counting from one to ten in my head, I cleared my throat slightly, gaining his attention at last. Raising a single brow at him, I carefully folded my arms across my chest, careful not to press heavily on the tender scar around there.

"Am I free to leave or not doctor" I...