Chapter 13: Home sweet home…
The next morning, Micah dreaded seeing Silas walk through the door, but instead, a senior doctor entered his hospital room, clipboard in hand and a warm yet professional smile on his face.
Micah’s tense shoulder relaxed as the corners of his lips stretched upwards.
Yeah, this was what a real doctor should be like. What was the author thinking, portraying Silas as one? Cold, arrogant, and a complete mysophobe? How did that even make sense?
"Good morning, young master Micah, how are you feeling today??"
Micah, already sitting up in bed, nodded as a greeting to the doctor.
"Better than yesterday and Ready to go home."
The doctor chuckled. "That’s good to hear. If everything checks out, we can discharge you today."
Micah happily cooperated with the doctor, and after a few standard tests, the doctor said, "You’re free to go. Just avoid any strenuous activities for the next few days. If you feel nauseous, dizzy or have a constant headache or blurry vision, come to the emergency room."
Micah nodded eagerly and looked at his parents.
"I’ll go take care of the discharge process. You can start packing."
Jacob Ramsy said with a smile.