His face grew more serious, the weight of it hitting him harder now.
âYes.â Rosalynnâs eyes briefly showed her unease before she glanced away.
âI need to see whatâs happening.â Brian moved swiftly, sliding out of bed.
Rosalynn stood up to follow.
âIâm coming with you.â
âOkay.â
They waited outside the operating room, the minutes crawling by.
Finally, the door opened.
A doctor stepped out.
Rosalynn and Brian rushed toward him.
âDoctor, how is he?â
The doctor sighed.
âMr.
Roblesâs condition isnât good.
The bullet damaged his spinal nerve.
Right now, the nerves in his legs have lost feeling.
He might experience paralysis in his lower limbs.â
Rosalynnâs heart sank, and she immediately looked at Brian.
Brian went completely still, his body stiff, as if the news had hit him like a blow.
Sanford might experience paralysis in his lower limbs?
He had only ended up like this to save him from that bullet.
Brian was stunned; he realized that he was to blame for his friendâs misery!
Rosalynn thanked the doctor, then noticed the troubled look on Brianâs face.
She stepped closer, her voice gentle but encouraging.
âBrian, donât panic.
The doctor said it might lead to paralysis, not that it will for sure.â
Brianâs throat tightened as he muttered, âDo you really think thereâs still hope for him?â
âThereâs always hope,â she replied, her tone firm.
After a brief pause, she added, âIf the surgery is unsuccessful, we can explore other options.
Acupuncture is great for nerve stimulation.â
At her words, something clicked in Brianâs mind.
His eyes brightened, and he squeezed Rosalynnâs hand, holding on to that spark of hope.
âHoney, I just rememberedâyou know acupuncture, donât you?â
Rosalynn nodded.
âYes, donât worry.
Sanford has done so much for us.
Iâll do everything I can to help him get better.â
Brian smiled and pulled her into a warm hug.
A moment later, the medical team wheeled Sanford out of surgery and into his room.