You get visits from the social worker and the police.

You were lying in bed eating breakfast. The nurse had been by to check your vitals, and he'd said that the doctor was going to release you around 11am. You were just finishing up a small bowl of Cheerios with a container of O.J. when an older female who looked to be your came into the room.

"Hi, I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Odette Lang, the hospital social worker."

She had a big smile, but you could see it didn't quite meet her eyes. Taking a drink of orange juice to compose yourself, you replied, "Morning, I'm Jason Clarkson, but you probably knew that already."

"Yes, I knew that," she says as she sits down next to the bed. "You see, Mr. Clarkson, I wanted to come by and talk to you about your lovely young fiancée."

"Let me guess: why on earth would a hot young 18-year-old be with a man who turns 50 in February?" You ask rhetorically.

Odette's fake smile goes away as she sizes you up. "You must admit that the pairing is highly unusual, and it brings up certain questions."

"And you must admit that this hospital is staffed with a bunch of judgemental pricks..." you snap back at her.

"I think that is a highly unfair thing to say. "We're just conc..." she states before getting cut off.

"Yeah. Concerned. I get it." You reply before angrily attacking, "If you're going to start probing to see if I groomed Bailey, save it. I didn't even know she existed before July until she popped up on my Tinder."

Taking a breath, you continue, "And as to why we're together. Is it hard to imagine a young woman would like to have a relationship with someone who does more than play Call of Duty while telling his buddies racist jokes?"

Taken aback, the social worker tries to backtrack, "I'm sorry, but we're just..."

"Trying to do your jobs," you finish, cutting her off. "Listen, I got beaten up because some drunk frat member told my fiancée she should ditch the old fart, and I'll show you how Alpha Omega pounds pussy. Before laying his hands on her after she told him to take a hike. "You slam your hand on the tabletop, and then you have the gall to assume I'm taking advantage of my fiancée simply because I'm old enough to be her father."

Of course, left unsaid, was that they're right—you definitely took advantage of her, but wild dogs couldn't make you admit it.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot," Odette chimed.

Odette talked with you for a few more minutes. The whole time you hoped she didn't see through your display of righteous anger. A few minutes later a nurse came by for your vitals, giving Odette a chance to retreat.

Apologizing for any miscommunications, the woman retreated, leaving you hopeful she bought into your act. Thirty minutes after the social worker left, the doctor came by your room and checked on you. Happy with what he saw, they confirmed you were going home. After he left you, you inquired with a nurse if the hospital could order you a cab for the ride home.

At 10:45 your frustration with the hospital's hurry up and wait was starting to get to you. Every time someone walked by your room, your blood pressure would spike when invariably it wasn't the nurse to unhook you so you could get dressed. Finally, at 11:12, the nurse came in to take out the I.V. and catheter. After unhooking you, the nurse apologized, saying it would be just a little longer. They were still waiting on the release orders. Frustrated, but you were still happy to get dressed after she left.

Going to the wardrobe, you pulled out your clothes and put them on. You were sitting beside the bed at 11:47 when you got another visitor to your room. Sadly, it wasn't the nurse with your release orders but was instead two members of the city police.

The first officer was a 6'4" Black man who looked to be in his mid-30s whose name tag read Oakley. His partner you recognized as the hot Latina you saw at the Paris Hotel when you and Bailey were leaving.

"Good day, Mr. Clarkson, I'm Officer Chet Washington," he said in greeting. Nodding at his partner, he said, "And this is Officer Maria Reyez."

You nod to both of them, asking, "I take it this is about what happened to me on Sunday."

"Yes, it is," confirmed Officer Washington. "Now that you're awake, we would like to get your statement."

You tell them about you and your girlfriend Bailey arriving at the tattoo parlor. And after entering, one of three gentlemen was watching a fourth get a tattoo. One noticed your girlfriend and hit on her, getting violent when she rebuffed him.

"When they were kicked out of Fallen Angels, one of them said, 'Pray we never meet again.' I didn't think anything of it till I got jumped."

Officer Washington, who was nodding along to your tale, asked, "Is there anything else you would like to add?"

You think about it before adding, "The only thing is just before I passed out. I thought I heard a gun go off, but other than that."

Officer Washington nodded in satisfaction, saying, "That's just about everything we need. I imagine the D.A.'s office will be in touch when they charge the men who attacked you."

Officer Reyez, who has been giving weird looks, interjected, "Excuse me, but did you and your girlfriend stay at the Paris Motel?"

You smiled bashfully, explaining, "I knew you looked familiar; we stayed there on Saturday night. Bailey had a fantasy she wanted to explore."

Reyez cocked an eyebrow, looking like she wanted to further. Deciding to try and stave off more questions, you decide to go on the offensive.

Audibly sighing, you impatiently say, "Listen, officer, I can't change the fact Bailey is 18 and I'm 49." Glaring at her, you continue, "And no, I didn't know her before we were matched on Tinder. So do you have a real question, or are you going to act like all the nurses have since I was carted in here for defending my girlfriend?"

Before Reyez could say anything, her partner put up his hand. "I do apologize for my partner, Mr. Clarkson; we were not making any insinuations."

Officer Washington at that point wished you a good day and all but dragged Reyez out of the room.

As they disappeared down the hall, you heard an angry Officer Reyez talking to her partner. "What was wrong with me asking..."

Closing your eyes, you sighed, glad you were able to run them off without any more questions. Five minutes later the nurse showed up with your sheaf of release orders, two prescriptions, and a wheelchair. Getting into the chair,she wheeled you out to the waiting taxi. It was breezy and just after 12 when you confirmed your address and your driver pulled out, driving you home.