The doctor finally finished running all his tests on Axel. He straightened up, took off his glasses, and turned toward both Jayvaughn and Axel.
"He's alright now," the doctor said with a satisfied nod. "He's responding perfectly to treatment. His arm will be healing well in no time, and the fever's finally broken. I just hope that after he recovers this time, I won't have to see his face again—which means, Mr. Finnegan, I hope you'll start staying safe from now on."
Axel gave him a half-smile, while Jayvaughn nodded gratefully. With that, the doctor picked up his clipboard and walked out of the VIP ward, leaving the two of them alone.
Jayvaughn turned toward Axel, a soft smile curving his lips. "I'm glad you're fine now," he said, his voice gentle.
Axel nodded faintly. "Yeah, me too. Now let's get back to the topic you were trying to dodge earlier—the part where you were blaming yourself for my run-in with those lunatics who wanted me dead."
