Another Major General

Callie chose to stay silent, not entirely sure what to make of this enigmatic figure. She wasn’t in the mood for a conversation with this man, so she offered a polite excuse, ‘I’ve still got work to finish. Excuse me...’ However, the man didn’t seem too pleased with her dismissal. He stepped in her path and insisted, ‘Dr Hawthorne, I’ve come to see a doctor. Would you please spare a moment to take a look at me?’ Callie side-eyed him, noting his jovial demeanour that didn’t quite match someone in need of medical attention. Nevertheless, she cautiously examined his body. But when he removed his uniform, revealing well-defined muscles, Callie’s eyes widened as she noticed a bullet wound. ‘The wound appears to have been treated but has torn open again. I think it needs stitches.’ ‘I’m all yours.’ Despite the obvious seriousness of the injury, the man spoke as if it were a minor inconvenience and showed no signs of discomfort. This left Callie perplexed. As Callie carefully tended to the ma