After three hours in minor injuries and an x-ray at the hospital, the doctor has confirmed that Feng Teng hand is not broken, but he has some muscle damage.
"Have you been on resting?" The nurse asks.
"If it's been a few days since you incurred the injury, I would expect the swelling to have subsided by now." She informs.
Feng Teng looks at me guiltily as the nurse wraps his hand in a bandage.
"No," he says quietly.
Of course no, he's been clenching bottles of vodka in it not resting.
"You should have been," she reprimands him,
"And it should be elevated." She added.
Then I raise my eyebrows at him and he rolls his eyes while the nurse puts his arm in a sling before sending us on our way.
As we get to the entrance, he removes the sling and chucks it in the litter bin.
"What are you doing?" I gasp, watching him walk out of the hospital doors.
"NO! I'm not going wearing that thing." He annoyed.
