(Casey's POV)
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I remained seated on the chair for a while until I had myself under control. My fingers had stopped trembling and my breathing had evened out. Only then did I get up from the chair and begin to limp towards my doctor's office. I didn't care about my ripped pants and the fact that it showed off my bandaged thigh, I simply made my way through the lobby.
Doctors and nurses were walking hurriedly to and fro, and I did my best to avoid them. I got into the elevator and when I got to the floor I was after, I was sweating already. I had already exerted so much energy. I needed painkillers as well to dull this pain because there was no way I was going to let this injury bench me. I still had a wedding to plan.
Soon, I got to the office with the tag SCOTT MD plastered over the door. I knocked and turned the knob. I found the doctor at his desk, he was busy on his computer.
"Scott?" I muttered as I closed the door behind me.
