Later that evening, Dr. Graham returned with a nurse to check on him and Damian wasted no time.
"When can I leave? It's been over a week."
She sighed. She always sighed when he started.
"You're doing a lot better, Mr. Cross," she finally said. "I'll sign your discharge papers soon. But your health matters, and I won't send you home if I'm not sure you're ready."
Damian nodded. He didn't look convinced, but he nodded.
Dr. Graham, daughter of the late Dr. Graham Senior who used to be the Cross family doctor had known Damian since he was a boy. She felt personally responsible for him, and she always made sure he remembered it.
"I'll let you know when I check on you next," she said, and left the room.
A nurse entered shortly after, holding a syringe.
"Sedative," she said softly. "The doctor wants you to rest properly tonight."
Damian didn't argue for once. He let her inject the medication.
Within minutes, the room blurred softly and his breathing slowed.
