The living room slowly exhaled a heavy silence as the doctor began packing up his tools. The air still carried the raw scent of antiseptic and emotion, and Silver stood motionless, wiping the tears from her cheeks with trembling fingers. Her face was pale but calm, though her eyes betrayed the emotional storm she had just weathered.
The doctor turned to her with a plastic bag filled with medications. "These are painkillers, mild antibiotics, and some vitamin supplements. He's malnourished and bruised internally. Make sure he takes them on schedule."
Silver stared at the bag like it was filled with explosives. Her lips curled into a deep frown.
Henry snorted. "Oh boy, here we go…"
Silver turned to glare at him, and he raised both hands in defense. "I didn't say anything! But we all know you and pills don't mix."
"Can you blame her?" Natalie chimed in, taking a seat. "She used to flush her meds down the drain and pretend they were stolen."
