She shook her head. “How about I call you asshole?”
He sighed. “You can fight me all you want, but it won’t change the outcome.”
“Listen to me, butt wipe, I’m an adult, and you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.”
He cupped her cheek gently. “I know you’re an adult, and I can’t make you do anything, but I also know you’re acting out because you’re scared, and I get that. But I need you to think rationally. I can help you. What reason can you give me to make me believe you don’t need me?”
“I don’t need anyone,” she yelled.
The door opened a moment later.
“Is everything okay here?” a nurse asked.
Jenna shook her head. “No, I want this jerk out of my room and for you to get me some clothes. I want to go home.”
He pinched her chin. “If you’re living with me. I’ll drive you home when the doctor releases you, and I want you to cut the attitude. The nurse and I are here to help you. So, stop fighting it.”
He looked at the nurse. “Everything is fine, but if you can have the doctor come in as soon as he can, I’d appreciate it. I need to get her out of here.”
The nurse looked nervous. “I’ll go find him now.”