âLuis, I need to know the real condition of his leg.
Can you be honest with me?â she asked, her lips pursed in concern.
âI could find out myself if I really wanted to, but Iâd prefer to get the most objective assessment from you.
â
Luis sighed deeply and confessed, âRaegan, Iâll be honest.
He hasnât truly rested even for a day in the past two months.
They recommend a two-month recovery, but his condition is worse than what some patients achieve in just a week.
Heâs suffering from severe insomnia, hardly sleeping at night and getting only three to four hours of rest during the day.
The rest of the time, heâs working.
Think about it, how could his recovery possibly go well?â
âHis tendon recovery is insufficientâ¦â Luis continued with a lot of medical jargon that Raegan couldnât fully grasp.
In essence, if Mitchel refused to return to Ardlens for surgery and insisted on staying in Aurora, the prognosis was not promising.
As for how dire the situation could be, Luis was vague.
He used many technical terms, but skirted around the most critical issues.
âWhat does ânot too goodâ mean?â Raegan pressed.
âHow bad is it, really?â
Luis cleared his throat before replying softly, âIn cases like this, amputation has sometimes been consideredâ¦â
Raegan was stunned into silence, her mind reeling for a full minute.
For a moment, she wondered if Luis was overstating the situation.
How could it possibly lead to amputation?
The thought of Mitchel, once so admired, potentially facing such a drastic measure was overwhelming.
What would become of him if it came to that? The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on Raegan.
Although she found it hard to believe, Mitchelâs unnaturally pale complexion made Raegan consider that Luis might not be exaggerating after all.
Mitchel had been unconscious in the hospital for several days before.
If his recovery continued poorly, amputation seemed a frightening but real possibility.
Raeganâs fingers clenched tightly, her voice barely above a whisper.
âIâll convince him to return.
â
Luis let out a deep sigh.
âItâs going to be tough.
You two reallyâ¦â
Luis sighed again, his words trailing off into silence.
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No one was to blame.
Fate was cruel, both binding and separatingâ¦
After ending the call, Raegan stood silently for a long while, lost in thought.
Stefan observed her pale face, the shadows from her eyelashes casting a melancholic look.
Unable to bear seeing her this distressed, he urged her to rest.
âRaegan, listen to me, you need to rest for the baby.
â
âStefanâ¦â Raegan suddenly spoke up, her voice resolute.
âI need to bring him back for treatment.
â
She looked up at Stefan, her decision clear in her eyes.
âYou need to help me.
â
Stefan felt a wave of relief mixed with resignation wash over him.
He had debated whether to tell Raegan that Mitchel had been following them this afternoon.
Part of him hadnât wanted to disclose it, realizing he wasnât ready to let go of the person he loved.
Declaring he would support her decision, even if it meant blessing her reunion with Mitchel, was contrary to his own desires.
His voice raspy with emotion, Stefan responded, âRaegan, itâs good that youâve made your decision.
Iâll support you, whatever you need.
â