I'old 'em I had a toofake. 'Ree days ahgo. Wisdom toof."
Our new patient's bulk almost obscured the stretcher he lay on. His guards had brought him over from the prison, and he probably could have taken them both with one arm tied behind his back. But they'd had the foresight to handcuff him.
David, my resident, cautiously approached. Mr. Bryce had good reason to be upset; the left side of his face jutted out like a tennis ball. When he tried to speak, his tongue sounded stuck to the back of his throat.
David probed him gently.
"Ow! 'Oc, c'mon I need sumpn' for pain!" Mr. Bryce protested.
