Chapter 483

Dorothy watched as Quincy affectionately called Everett’s father by his first name, Jonathan. It suggested there might be more to the relationship between their families.

“So, you and Everett’s dad…?” she inquired with a hint of curiosity.

“Oh, my dad and Jonathan have been friends for years, Quincy explained with a smile. “I used to hang out at Jonathan’s residence all the time as a kid. I haven’t met Mr. Lopez a lot though. He was usually away at college here in the States, while I grew up abroad.”

“That’s impressive, considering how well you speak the local dialect.” Dorothy complimented.

Quincy beamed at the praise. “Thanks! I like to think I’ve got a knack for it.”

The two girls chatted and made their way to Quincy’s consultation room.

Quincy first checked Dorothy’s wound, then disinfected the surgical site, and applied a salve she had developed herself.

“Make sure you apply this every day. It’s helpful with pain relief and reducing inflammation!” Quincy instructed, then paused, her concern evident. “Actually, why don’t you come by daily? I’ll take care of it for you. That way, you won’t forget it and neglect your own health.”

shouldn’t be

and her voice as gentle as ever. “I’ll walk you back to Mr. Lopez’s

ward now.”

agreement.

the time Dorothy returned, night

the savory aroma of a hospital meal as she stepped into

entrance, Everett immediately

“It’s me.”

lying on the bed. His movements were limited, so he couldn’t see who was entering. He had

and felt his forehead to make sure he wasn’t feverish before speaking. “Are you

eat that. Food’s there

worrying

offered a slight smile, “I didn’t forget; I’m just not hungry right now.”

to eat, especially since you have

little things about her, no matter how minor they might

of food–all her favorites–Dorothy felt a

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