C12 Intruder

Damon’s POV

I watched as the doctor cleaned my shoulder injury and replaced the bandage with a new one.

“You should take it easy, and relax, Damon. There shouldn’t even be any form of strain on this shoulder, I told you,” the doc scolded, packing up his medical tools.

I took a long drag of the Cuban cigar in between my fingers and puffed out the smoke in his face