"No," I choked out as I manoeuvred my arm to pull the article of clothing on. I looked at the mirror that was placed across from me and saw that the oversized grey t-shirt with arms that had been cut out with scissors looked definitely good on me. I turned and opened the door only to find Anthony standing outside with an unreadable expression on his face. He eyed me for a moment before he moved away from my path, clearly commanding me without any words to take my seat in front of Edward and get my wound tended to.
I instantly took a liking to the older man who smiled at me after he had given Anthony a meaningful look. He checked my arm for a few moments before he looked up.
"Michael, could you please bring me a bowl of hot water? I need to get my things sterilized." I heard Anthony walk out of the room and close the door behind him.
The doctor just appraised me silently, just as I did the same with him.
