Dr. Zigheart nodded and took his leave, intending to consult with Hera's attending physician and begin preparations for her discharge in the next two days. As soon as he left, Xavier carefully lowered Hera's cast, while Alexandre stepped out to borrow a wheelchair.
When he returned, Xavier was already helping Hera sit at the edge of the bed. Hera winced as a sharp tug pulled at her side, but despite the discomfort, she remained determined to go outside. Xavier, torn between concern and resignation, let out a helpless sigh and chose to support her wishes.
Taking turns, Xavier and Alexandre wheeled Hera out to the hospital garden. The sky was overcast, and a chilly breeze rustled the trees. Thankfully, Xavier had brought a blanket, which he gently laid across Hera's lap to keep her warm.
