Summer accompanied Adrian to the hospital.
After a thorough examination, the doctor checked his readings and nodded. "All his vitals are stable," he said. "He can begin therapy now."
He pressed the bell on his desk.
A nurse stepped inside.
"Take him to the therapy unit," the doctor instructed.
"Yes, doctor." She turned to Adrian. "Kindly follow me."
"Let's go," Summer said, pushing his wheelchair out of the consultation room.
They took the elevator to the next floor.
"Miss Summer," the nurse explained as they stepped out, "this is the therapy department." She motioned toward a room down the corridor. "From here, I'll take over. You are not permitted inside."
Adrian's expression tightened. He immediately caught Summer's hand. "I want her with me."
Summer noticed the uncertainty in his eyes and offered a reassuring smile. "It's fine. You'll be okay. Go ahead—I'll be right here waiting. I promise I'm not going anywhere."
He still looked unsure. "What if I need you?"
