The Last Laugh novel Chapter 15

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I woke up the next morning to find a man in suit and tie by me. I sat up.

"Good morning, Sheridan. How did you sleep?" the man asked.

"Um, well."

"Okay. Good to know. I'm Dr. James. Victor's doctor. Here to help. Do still feel pain all over your body?"

"Not really. Uncle Victor gave me pain killers and a little pomade to put on the wounds and bruises."

"I can see the wounds are dried up. And the bruises?"

"They don't hurt anymore. Though they're still there."

"Don't worry everything will be okay. Now I have to treat your knee."

"Okay."

He stood up and opened his briefcase before taking out some medical utensils from it. I was surprised.

"You're gonna treat me here?"

"Yeah." the man said amused, "Why go to a hospital when your uncle can get you his doctor to treat you at home."

This was too cool.

"Okay." I leaned back and allowed the man to do his job.

Some minutes later, after a medical knee massage, other stuff and a checkup, the doctor was done. He'd wrapped my knee up.

Uncle Victor's fiancee, Laury, came in and approached us. She smiled at me.

"Good morning, Sheridan. How did you sleep?"

"Quite well." I smiled back. She then turned to the doctor.

"So doctor, what about his knee?" she asked.

"Luckily it isn't dislocated like you thought."

"Really?"

"Yes. But it's badly hurt. Buy rub. One of the strongest. Use it to massage his knee everyday. By the end of this week. He'll be okay."

Thank goodness!

"Oh, that's good news." Laury said.

"Yes, it is. Now my work done, I'll leave."

We told the doctor goodbye and he left.

"Where's uncle Victor?" I asked.

"Gone to work dear."

"At my dad's company?" I asked. She smiled.

"Yes."

"Will he take me one day to see it??"

"You'll ask him, okay?"

"Okay."

She smiled. She had a very beautiful smile and she was beautiful herself. Her and uncle Victor made a beautiful couple. She was twenty five and he thirty two.

"I made breakfast. Bacon eggs and everything nice."

I smiled stupidly. I was hungry.

"Really??"

She giggled.

"Yup. Go shower. After you eat I'll go buy you some clothes."

"Thank you. Very much."

"Sure dear. You deserve it. It's thanks to your dad that Victor is this successful. We're thankful."

I smiled. She smiled back and left the room. I got up and limped my way to my traveling bag that I'd brought along. I took out a towel and some clothes that still fit me. I'd outgrown most of my clothes in only a year and a half. Since my dad's death, I'd grown taller and slightly different. Probably puberty starting like Christina had said.

I then made my way to the bath to shower. Even the bathroom was big and beautiful.

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After one heavy and delicious breakfast, I and Laury got into her awesome car and drove off.

"Do you work?" I asked her while we drove through the beautiful city of California.

"Yeah."

"What do you do?"

"I own a spa."

"You work in a spa or you own one??"

"I own one."

"Wow! How?? You're too young!"