That's your past. I'm your future.//finished//

I think you became my number 1 patient.

"Miley you up?" I could hear Erin.

"Yep. I'm up."

"Ok. I'm leaving. Don't be late."

"I won't." I got up and ready. I took the route that Erin takes to get to work. I parked next to her SUV. There were to cops standing out front. A drunk guy came up to me and punched me hard in the face. The two cops hurried down and got him.

I headed up stairs to find everyone looking at me.

"Whoa Miley what happened." Erin said.

"Some drunk dude."

"Your going to need stitches."

"I'm fine."

"Miley." We all looked up to see voight standing in front of me.

"Go to med and get stitches."

"Yes sir." I left to go to med. I really didn't want to go back but I'm forced .

As I arrived I headed to the front desk.

"Maggie right?"

"Yep."

"I'm here to get stitches."

"Follow me."

She led me to one of the rooms.

"Dr.Rhodes will be down in a minute."

"Ok. Thanks."

"No problem."

Great. Out of all the doctors it's gotta be Dr.Rhodes. I waited for a few minutes then he came down.

"So. What can I do for you." He looked up and realized it was me. "Oh. Miley what can I do for you?"

"I just need stitches."

"Ok. Let me take a look." He put gloves on and grabbed my face lightly.

"Well you took quite a punch." He said while getting the tools.

"Yea. Will this leave a scar?"

"Nope. It's going to be invisible. Like you never got stitches."

"Ok."

"Why were you hoping for one?"

"Battle scars are cool. Don't boys dig em."

"Maybe. Well you got the right doctor to stitch you up."

"Why would you say that."

"Well to me I think I did a pretty darn good job." He handed me a mirror for me to look at the stitches.

"Well Connor you did do pretty good."

"Thanks. Say. What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing what about you?"