Rhys Huntington's recovery was surprisingly smooth.
Every morning, when Dr. Black did his rounds, his expression noticeably lightened as he reviewed the lab results.
Since prolonged bed rest after lung surgery could easily lead to muscle atrophy and blood clots, the doctors urged Rhys to start attempting to walk as soon as most of his chest drainage tubes were removed. This would allow his newly transplanted lungs to adapt to a natural breathing rhythm.
Every afternoon, the hospital room turned into a battlefield of sheer willpower.
"Lift your left foot, take it slow, take a deep breath."
Clara stood by Rhys's side, her hands hovering just inches away to catch him in case he lost his balance and fell.
Rhys gripped the handles of his walker, every single step inciting a fierce protest from the new organ that hadn't quite settled into a truce with his body yet.
The pain radiated from the center of his sternum all the way down his back, causing layers of cold sweat to break out across his forehead as his veins bulged.
But afraid of making Clara worry, he clenched his jaw tight, refusing to let a single groan escape his lips.
By the time he finished walking a mere fifteen feet, the back of his hospital gown was practically drenched in sweat.
Clara took the walker and leaned it aside, then grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead, praising him.
"Not bad, Director Huntington. At this rate of rehab, you'll be running laps with Felix in no time."
Panting heavily, Rhys leaned back against the edge of the bed using her support. "Not good enough. I need to at least have the strength to accompany you to your checkups and carry your bags."
Clara raised an eyebrow, tapping the bridge of his nose with her fingertip. "Remember your words. No backing out."
Rhys's lips curved into a faint smile.
Days moved forward in this blend of mundane trivialities and sheer perseverance.
One day in late May, a special group of visitors arrived at the hospital room.
Chief Sean from the Police Department, along with Zachary Hale from traffic, Captain Ray from SWAT, and a few commanders from the operations center, all appeared in the buffer zone.
Clara had received the department's notice early on. She had prepared shoe covers for them in advance and reminded the nurses to ensure everyone was properly wearing a medical mask.
Standing at the door of the hospital room, she gave Chief Sean a slight nod of greeting. "Chief Sean, please come in. Visiting time is half an hour, and please do not take off your masks."
Chief Sean nodded, sighing inwardly.
He remembered when Rhys got married, he had told the person next to him that Logan's son had good taste.
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