Mrs. Hendricks arrived exactly twenty minutes later, her sedan pulling into the hospital's service entrance with Mr. Thorne on the passenger seat.
Jonathan sat in the wheelchair the nurse had brought, his broken ribs screaming with each breath, but his mind was focused. The pain was irrelevant. What mattered was getting back to Maren's side, proving his loyalty after the disaster at the bridge.
Mrs. Hendricks approached the nurse at the station with a warm smile. "Mr. Rivers is being transferred to a private facility for continued care. His employer has arranged that for him."
The nurse barely glanced at the papers, showing no interest. Her shift was nearly over, but she was already tired from hours of standing. "He should rest for at least two weeks. Those ribs need time to heal properly."
"Of course," Mrs. Hendricks assured her, already wheeling Jonathan toward the elevator. "We'll take excellent care of him."
