"Probably a three."

After a few seconds of further inspection I bring my eyes back to hers. She smiles brightly.

I clear my throat before speaking. "It’s not too bad, but your definitely going to need a few stitches." A knowing look crosses her features.

As if on cue a light tap makes me turn my attention to the door. It opens and in steps a nurse. She smiles at the two of us and sets a small tray down on the countertop. I thank her, she makes a quick exit.

I turn to the tray of items the nurse had supplied. I pick up the needle and walk back over to the blue eyed girl.

"This is just to ease the pain when I stitch it." She says nothing as I stick the needle inside of her arm.

After I’m finished I place the needle back on the tray.

"It’s going to take a few minutes to kick in. Let me know when it feels bit numb." She nods her head in understanding.

A few silent seconds pass. "How did you do that?"

She shrugs her shoulders "Trying to do some home improvements myself." She laughs.

I smile at her, and she continues the conversation. "Have you worked here long?"

I shrug my shoulders. "A little over a year."

She nods her head. "You enjoy this job?"

"It pays well."

She says nothing for a few moments. "You seem like you’d do better in a bigger practice."

I shake my head. "I worked in an ER for the first couple years of my career, it just didn’t suit me."

"Why not?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I used to work in a hospital dead center of LA. I guess I just got sick of stitching up the same gun shot victims over and over."

She doesn’t say anything for a few moments. "You probably went to school for a long time, don’t you feel like your wasting your talent in this little practice?"