"The good news or the bad news first?" the doctor in the medical center asked while holding the medical files from the thirty-minute tests that had been done on Fatih.
"The bad news first," Fatih said, clenching his left hand into a fist before wincing and being forced to open it again from the pain.
"How pessimistic of you," the doctor said, looking up from the documents at Fatih.
"It's like drinking bitter medicine and then having juice afterward. The good news is the palate cleanser for me," Fatih explained, noticing the doctor's expression.
"Well, it is up to me, and I will go with the good news first, which is that your left hand has a sprain."
"How is that good news?" Fatih asked, wondering if he had misheard or misunderstood something.
"Well, with a crash like yours, only ending up with a sprain is as good as news could get."
"What is the bad news?" Alex, who was next to Fatih, couldn't wait for the two to continue their back-and-forth and asked.
