Shortly after Jasmine left, Aunt Amanda returned and asked Don how he was feeling. Don showed her his injured hand and flexed it slightly, saying, "I feel better already."
Amanda smiled and came closer to take a look at it. She held his hand and said, "It looks many times better than what the police did for you."
Don nodded. "Jasmine said we could go when you came back."
Amanda showed a bit of surprise but just sighed. "Jasmine may have a busy shift. I'll likely call her after she's off so we can catch up."
Don nodded at the information and got off the chair he was seated on, holding the paper Jasmine had given him. Amanda noticed the paper and asked, "What's that?"
"Instructions," Don answered briefly.
Amanda just nodded, and they began walking out. As they did so, she asked, "Do you want anything?"
"A beer wouldn't hurt," Don said casually. He didn't care about the views on alcohol; he really needed a drink in that moment.
