The nurse nodded and moved closer to Gavin, slowly taking off the wrap around his abdomen.
The wound opened before Mira and she moved closer to it, examining it.
"Poorly stitched," she immediately noted.
This couldn't have been done in a hospital, even if the workers were quacks.
It looked more like an emergency fix. That was just the first thing wrong.
"What about the tests carried out on him?" She questioned again, bringing her gloved hands closer to his wound.
"Patient presents with acute central nervous system and respiratory depression secondary to tramadol overdose."
"I see," It was already stated in the records that this was an overdose but there was no explanation for why this man had a gunshot wound on his stomach that was halfway attended to.
"I would need to clean the wounds again to prevent any infection from slipping in," she said to the nurse, who nodded and walked to the side of the room.
Looking back at the person's files, she read his name.
'Damon Lewis."
