“Uncle.”
Laurinda walked over to a middle-aged man, standing up straight and looking as well-behaved as possible.
Abbas gave her a once-over, nodding with approval. The last time he’d seen Laurinda, she’d looked pale and worn out, but now she seemed healthier, brighter, as if she’d finally started looking after herself.
“You’re looking good,” he said.
Laurinda smiled, a warm softness appearing in her eyes as she thought about Adolphus. “My friend’s been taking really good care of me.”
Abbas caught that gentle look and lifted an eyebrow. Clearly, something was up with this girl. But since there were so many people in the lounge, he left it alone and stood to introduce the others.
“These are the institute’s neurology experts. This one handles orthopedics. And you should remember him... he’s the surgical specialist.”
Laurinda greeted each doctor, her gaze landing last on the surgeon who’d operated on her before. She grinned. “Looks like I’ll be needing your help again, Dr. Oliver.”
“No need to thank me. Saving lives is our job, after all,” Oliver replied with a friendly nod.
With the introductions over, Abbas guided Laurinda to a spot on the sofa. He leaned in, ready to talk about the real reason they were here.
“So, what’s going on with your friend?”
Laurinda hesitated. She didn’t have all the details, since she hadn’t managed to dig into the hospital’s records yet. Still, she did her best to explain.
“He was injured in an explosion. Got hit in the head and was in a coma for six days. He woke up yesterday. Broke a rib, and they already removed the shrapnel.”
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