She turned to the medic. "Can I pull it out?" she asked. "No," the medic replied tersely. Poppy frowned.
She squeezed his hand as they approached the hospital. Her hand was taken from his as the entered the doors, but her eyes didn't leave him, worried despite her cocky words.
The doctors checked her vitals as they moved, and Poppy looked at Francis with a frown, as if saying, not again. "I'm sorry, sir, but only family is allowed beyond this point," one doctor said to Francis. "But he's my husband," Poppy said stubbornly, the lie rolling off her tongue.
Francis crossed his arms. "It's true. I'm concerned for my wife's well-being and I would like to stay with her."
The doctor frowned before sighing. "Keep up, then." They found a hospital room quickly, and Poppy was set up with a blood transfusion. They placed a weighted blanket over her ribs to x-ray her, and they left them alone.
He sat down at the side of the room with a heavy sigh, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe you."
"First off, you got attacked and then worried more about litter, and then you try to pull out the needle, and then you lie about me being your husband."
