Phil’s point of view
She had broken ribs? How the hell did Victoria get broken ribs? The doctor has just walked away from me, about to have Vic X-Rayed. I had just sat down when a plain looking doctor came my way.
“Mr Manansala?” She asked me.
“Yes?”
“I’m Doctor Matthews, a psychologist. I understand that Victoria is a tour manager for your band, is that correct?” I nodded my head.
“Is there any task that she would perform that could result in broken ribs?” Doctor Matthews asked.
“No, not unless there was a freak accident.” I responded.
“And were there? Any freak accidents?”
“No, my band would’ve heard about it.”
“Okay. After assessing Victoria and hearing what you have had to say, I am quite confident with diagnosing her with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.” The Doctor told me.
“Post Traumatic… How would she get that?” I asked, shocked.
“Well judging from the bruise in the mark of five fingertips on her arm, and the broken ribs, it looks like someone is trying to intentionally hurt her. Now the bruise, as well as the broken ribs, looks at least two day old, maybe three days. Do you or your band have any idea what she was doing during the past two-three days?” Doctor Matthews asked, peering into my eyes as I tried to recall what Victoria had been doing.
She was fine when we arrived in Las Vegas, then she went for a walk with…. Jared. It felt like a light bulb went off in my head but I wasn’t 100% sure.
“No.” I replied back to Doctor Matthews, “I can’t recall what she had been doing those days.” I shook my head, looking solemn.
“Ok, well if you think of anything as to why she has PTSD, please don’t hesitate to contact me.
“Yeah, yeah I will. Thank you.” I smiled at the doctor as she walked away. As soon as Doctor Matthews walked away the previous doctor who had been X-Raying Victoria came up to see me.
“Ok Mr Manansala, It appears that four of Victoria’s ribs have been broken, but because she didn’t come to the hospital sooner, they have started to heal. So, we are prepping her for surgery now so we can re-break the bones and position them in their correct place.” The doctor said to me.
“How long will this take?” I asked.
“Well, it’s 3am now so hopefully we will have you guys out of here by 8am. We understand you are on a tight schedule so we will work our hardest so hopefully you may even be out of here before 8am.” The doctor smiled as he walked away to help some other patients. I sat down in one of the uncomfortable waiting chairs, called my girlfriend Anouk; who thankfully answered. We spoke for about an hour and a half to two hours before we said our goodbyes. It was now 5am, I leaned back into my seat.

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