So when Ingrid had dashed off at the news of Jasper’s injury, her colleagues simply assumed she was just doing her duty, both professionally and personally.
Just then, Timothy appeared at the entrance of the nurse station. “Ma Leone.”
“Can you step inside for a month asked.
Se followed Timothy into the hallway, where he lowered his voice and said, “Du. Clifford sold me to relay to you nogo worry. He’s fine.”
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fiserter stopped, and tigrid asked. “How had is his hand?
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prook a breath, then sighed and explained. Dr. Cirood’s right hand isn’t too bad just a few stitches. But he blocked the knife with his left. The transverse carpal ligament was
In the operating room now, along with the heads of neurology and surgery departments. The main concern is whether the median nerve was damaged, which could affect hin
thy pirm nervous and lowered his voice. “Ms. Leone, please don’t let on that I told you. Dr. Clifford specifically sent me out to pass along a message so you wouldn’t worry. If he finds out
I von ha il have me packing the second be gets out of surgery”
At this point, Ingold di’t care what Timothy thought about her and larger she looked up and asked, “How far along is the surgery?
chondenly had local anesthesia. They’re still discussing the best course of action.”
( anesthesia enough?”
I still be painful, but Dr. Chafford imited that it helps him better assess the nerve response.
Ingrit diba’t dare imagine it.
To think fasper was lying there on the operating table, enduring the pain while acting as both doctor and patient and calmly discussing his hand’s injury
alized her eyes were red until Timothy pointed it out. “Ms. Leone, don’t cry”
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Badn’t come, none of this would’ve happened.
there. I’ll check in on the operating room and update you soon.”
that, Timothy took off done the hall.
Ingrid go back to her office right away as she was afraid she’d break down
minutes later, Timothy returned and said, “Ms. Leone, the surgery’s going well. Dr. Clifford asked me to tell you that he’ll be ou
out in do minutes, tops”
s time, Timothy didn’t hesitate to answer, “It’s really going well. The department heads are all in there. You don’t have to worry
Ingrid nodded. “Thank you.”
should head back. Do you want me to pass a message to Dr. Clifted?”
the granted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, no words came
Timothy, ever perceptive, quickly added, “You can tell him yourself when he’s out I won’t be coming back alone. Dr. Keller’s already chewed me out for running back and forth.”
Timothy hastly replied, “That’s not what I meant. I don’t mind being the messenger: D’s part of the job in a crisis.”
Then, he added in a small voice, “Don’t worry. I’ll take the heat from Dr. Keller. And I won’t say a woubout this to anyone
Ingid suddenly felt even worse. She wanted to explain, but she had no idea where to start. Not explaining almost felt like admitting something.
Alien Timothy lett, Ingrid restlessly waited another half hour
A commotion secured in the hallway, and everyone turned as the operating room doors opened. An unconscious Jasper was wheeled out
Ingrid’s heart nearly sppped “What happened?”
Timothy pred a finger to his lips. “Relax. He’s just exhausted and fell asleep.”
