Doctor James walks around the bed and comes to a stop in front of the machines by my side. His lips don’t move but his eyes smile down at me. He leans down slowly and slides my shirt up, revealing my bruised belly. My eyes dart away from my exposed skin as one of the nurses step forward holding a gelled tool. Doctor James turns from me and grabs it from her. When he turns back to me I stare at the tool in his had. Another nurse steps up with a paper like material in her hands.

“Excuse me, ...