Defiance and Desire

The clipboard slid sharply across the counter, stopping beneath Arturo’s hand.

“Just your signature,” the doctor instructed. “He is barely stable for transport. That incision—”

“I am handling it,” Arturo cut in smoothly, scratching his name at the bottom. “Send the discharge meds to our primary address.”

The doctor shifted uneasily. “He needs absolute bed rest, strict dressing rotations, and—”