If someone asked what job you’d be good at, that answer would be: a dumbass. After suffering a head injury at work (in a very stupid way), you were told to get it checked out at the hospital.

You laid on the hospital bed waiting for the doctor to come and check you out. Approaching voices caught your attention and you turned to look at the curtain’s opening. And boy, if you wanted him to check you out before you definitely wanted him to do it now.

After recounting the story of the incident he asked you to lay back. He leans over you and places his hands on the sides of your head. “Stare at my nose. I’m going to put up a couple fingers and you tell me how many you see. I’m testing your peripheral vision.” He hasn’t even began the test before you started guessing. “Two? Three?” He raised a brow and smirked, “I haven’t even started. You’re guessing, don’t guess. Just wait till you see it.”