|I will return to you.|
Servant in the Place of Truth
“Like I said, Mr. Bishop, the CT scan revealed no sign of internal bleeding,” said the doctor with the modest enthusiasm of a relieved professional. The rabbit tucked his file folder under his arm so that he could be free of any distraction and say what needed to be said. “Of all my concerns, that was the biggest. Intracranial hemorrhaging can be fatal if left untreated, so it was the first thing on my mind when you both walked in the door.”
The older raccoon stood upright with his paws gripping the back of Tyson’s wheelchair. Luther Bishop was a man in his late-thirties, youthful yet accomplished. But today his normally vigorous form, short blond hair with an unchanging, business-casual charisma, had diminished under the stress of having to search all day and all over town for his son. He didn’t look so much disheveled in his jeans and button-down shirt as he did look drowsy following today’s events.
I do things.