Chapter 114 One-hundred-and-fourteen

“How is she Doc?" Dante asked with a worried expression, rubbing his sweating palms together in nervousness. He stood before the doctor who just checked on Grace and he couldn't help the anxiety gnawing at him that something terrible might have happened to Grace.
“I'm afraid she dislocated her arm and she has a few internal injuries, but she'll be fine after a few days." The doctor said.
Dante clenched his fist at the doctor's words. Could doctors ever go straight to the point? Why do they always have to say weird stuffs like this?