Chapter 729
Chapter 729:
Maia leaned in, unable to hide her urgency.
“So what’s your recommendation p>
Maia heard Lenny’s reply, steady and reassuring.
“No need to worry just yet. There’s still hope. It’s always better for us to evaluate things in person, though — we need to see the patient directly and confirm a few specifics p>
Letting a thoughtful silence linger, Lenny continued,
“The tools we have here are more sophisticated, so it would be best for you to bring him straight to Drakmire University’s affiliated hospital. We can run an MRI and get a clear picture of the bullet fragments’ location, plus see how the nerves are affected. When could you get him here p>
Without hesitation, Maia replied,
“I’ll book the tickets right away and arrive tomorrow morning with him p>
Before long, someone in the background called for Lenny, and his voice returned, a bit rushed.
“We’ll have to pause this, Maia. I’m at a conference, and I’m up soon. Let’s pick this up once you arrive at Drakmire. Call me as soon as you get in tomorrow p>
A sharp beep ended their call.
Maia wasted no time firing up the car and pointing it toward Elysium Apartments.
Filtered sunlight flickered across her windshield, painting patterns as she drove. For days, Maia had thrown herself into every detail of Chris’ recovery. Thoughts of what needed to be done raced through her mind, and she began to mentally sort her tasks.
She planned to start packing as soon as she reached her apartment. Chris’ medical documents, MRI reports, and the case studies she had carefully collected would all go in the bag.
Chris would be home that night, so she intended to grab his documents and secure the earliest possible flight.
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By moving fast, they could make it to the hospital for scans by tomorrow afternoon, then meet with her mentor for a consultation by the evening.
This schedule set, Maia pressed her foot down on the gas, already drafting a message to Chris about coming home early.
Meanwhile, outside the Wront Police Station, Richard had just posted bail for Jarrod, with Sandra waiting at his side.
The heavy doors finally swung open, and officers led out a thin, weary figure.
Jarrod stepped into the daylight, unsteady and pale.
A short separation had drained him; his frame had grown gaunt, and deep shadows haunted his eyes.
Lifting his head, he blinked in disbelief at the sight of Richard and Sandra waiting for him. He even rubbed his eyes, but their faces only drew nearer. What startled him most was his father’s hair, now completely white from anxiety and frustration.
It was hard to believe — just days before, it had still been normal.
“You’ve endured so much, Jarrod.” Sandra’s gentle voice broke through the air.
Warmth from the sun and the heat radiating off the concrete grounded Jarrod in reality — this moment wasn’t some prison-induced delusion.
Every ounce of strength left him at once, and his composure dissolved. Tears streaming down, he stumbled forward, seeking comfort in his parents’ embrace. A choked cry escaped him as he wrapped his arms around Richard.