Laughter is the best medicine.....I think?

Matt stitched me up and wheeled me down to the recovery area. We both saw Vince pacing.

“Babe, I’m back” I said.

“How are feeling? Are you ok?” Vince asked.

“A little sore but I’m fine. I told you there was nothing for you to worry about,” I replied.

“When can I take her home, Doc?” Vince asked.

“Normally, I’d send the patients home after a few hours but with Deppgrl, I’m gonna keep her overnight so we can keep an eye on her; just to make sure there’s no sepsis or any other issues” Matt said.

“Would it be alright if I had a cot in my wife’s room? There’s no way I’m leaving her alone. Nothing against you, Matt.” Vince said.

“You know it won't be a problem. Anything for the woman who saved the hospital," Matt said.
"Wait. Are you telling me that not only does my wife have a shit load of jobs, money and getting people jobs, she's saved this hospital?" Vince asked.
"More than once, actually!"
"How many times is more than once?"
"Continually. She paid a large sum to buy the hospital and then she pays 95% of the monthly bills so we can keep running."
"Babe, is there something that you're not telling me?" Vince asked me.
"Nope. You already know I'm worth trillions. Guess you forgot the conversation at my brother's restaurant, stranzo!" I said.
"Oh. Forgot about that!"
"Old geezer!" I said NOT quite under my breath.
"HEY! I heard that!!" Vince said.
"You were supposed to!" I said laughing so hard I almost busted a few stitches.