"Be still when you have nothing to say, when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot." — D. H. Lawrence.
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"I want to be discharged," Ben announced to the doctor who readjusted his glasses, a trace of annoyance on his face.
"You can't be discharged yet, we still have to run several tests to ascertain if there had been damage to your brain where you had been hit...." The doctor kept on rambling and rambling until he cut him off.
"Do I need to discharge myself?" there was a trace of annoyance in his tone.
"Franklin, he's just looking out for you" Noah chimed in and the author gave him a look that shut him up at once.
"Fine," He lifted his hand to show he would no longer interfere with his matters.
