"Well, everything checks out," Dr. Owen Hart said, wrapping his stethoscope back around his neck.
"Good, so that means I can go home now, right?" I was eager to leave, especially now that I was feeling better.
Dr. Hart shook his head. "No, not yet. After what you went through, I'm going to keep you another night for observation. Also, it wouldn't hurt to have you on an IV for another night."
I nodded. "Okay. Thank you, Doctor."
Dr. Hart shook his head. "You sitting here talking, wanting to go home, is nothing short of a miracle." Then he looked into my eyes and smiled. "If you need anything, just call for the nurse. Okay?'
I nodded. "Yes, doctor."
"Okay," he said, scribbling something on my chart. "I'll sign the release papers for the morning." Then he looked up, back into my eyes. "In the meantime, you lay here and get some rest. And don't go wandering off in the woods anymore. Hear?"
