I know the End * B.P

Cpt.10🏨

Shaking her head no she tried to pull away. "No it's fine, I'll put some ointment on it later after I finish supper." If she was going to be stubborn so was he. "Show me it. Now."

She just shook her head no. "Brock seriously it's fine, can I have my knife back please?" She held out her uninjured hand. "Allison, I'm not gonna ask again. Let me see your hand." Her shoulders dropped and she let out a big sigh signalling that she yielded.

She held out her bandaged hand and Brock carefully took it in his hand, tearing the bandage so he could get it off he slowly unwrapped it while Allison was watching him, trying to gauge his reaction.

Pulling off the bandage a piece of gauze was place on the wound, except the gauze wasn't white, it was soaked in blood which didn't help Brocks worrying.

Carefully taking the gauze off he was greeted with a somewhat gruesome sight, in the junction of her thumb and pointer finger there was a a deep cut exposing the flesh that was there.

"Get in the car we're going to the hospital." His tone was angry. He grabbed one of the clean wash cloths and put it on her cut taking her other hand and pushing it firmly on her wounded hand.

"Brock we-" she tried to defend herself but was cut off. "Get in the car Allison were going." He had quickly washed off the blood that was on his hand and grabbed his keys marching to the front door.

"Brock what about supper, I was in the middle of making it." Her question went unanswered as he guided her to his car and shut her door.

The ride had been silent, Brock stewing in his anger for her disregard for her own health when she always lectured him about his. Allison could feel the anger radiating, she knew the anger wasn't towards her more like what she didn't do, which was go to the hospital sooner.

He had opened her door when they had arrived, and walked into the ER looking for help. She watched as Brock walked up to the desk and she lingered behind.

"Sorry, could I have someone help my wife, she cut her hand and it's bleeding a lot." The woman at the desk nodded and pointed to a bed for Allison to sit on while they waited for a doctor.

Brock had his arms crossed while he stood next to her, not looking at her, instead he looked at the busyness that showed around the room.

A man around Brocks height and age walked up to them and introduced himself. "Hello, my name is Dr. Russford. What brings you to the ER today?"

Dr. Russford had his hand held out for Brock to shake and he took it. "She cut herself at work and wouldn't go get it checked out." Dr. Russford nodded and gestured to Allison.

"May I?" She nodded and held out her hand for him to look at her wound, gently holding it similar to the way Brock had he removed the wash cloth.

"Your husband was right Mrs. Ransford, this is a very deep cut, left untreated it could get infected. Can I ask what made the cut." He had looked between the couple as he spoke, his eyes lingering on Brock.

"Umm, my shears, I'm a hair dresser." The doctor had nodded and turned to the tray table that sat adjacent to her.

Pulling on his gloves he grabbed a syringe. "I'm gonna numb the area, so you're gonna feel a little pinch, if you wanna hold his hand you're welcome to." He had warned her, Brock held his hand out for her, and her hand slowly grabbed it.