"You're built like an ox. Stop wasting my clinical hours," Silas said dryly over the line.
Michael's expression darkened slightly. Was the issue on Evelyn's side? "When she survived that fall back then... are you certain there were no hidden complications beyond her leg injury?" Remembering that terrifying moment, a heavy weight settled in his chest.
Silas Vane grew silent for a moment. "I personally ran a full body check on her back then. She is completely fine physically. Just keep trying."
Feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion over his own complicated life, Silas tossed the medical folder onto his desk and headed back toward the lab to bury himself in work.
Hanging up the phone, Michael lit another cigarette. If the medical tests were completely clear, then there was only one conclusion left; he simply needed to be more dedicated and persistent.
