re able to sa一ve his
spleen. Unfortunately, he suffered a cardiac arrest during the operation
because of blood loss. We managed to get his heart going again, but this
remains a concern. However, our gra一vest concern is that he suffered severe
contusions to the head, and the MRI shows that he has swelling in his brain.
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still while we monitor the brain swelling.”
Brain damage? No.
“It’s standard procedure in these cases. For now, we just ha一ve to wait and
see.”
“And what’s the prognosis?” Christian asks coolly.
“Mr. Grey, it’s difficult to say at the moment. It’s possible he could make a
complete recovery, but that’s in God’s hands now.”
“How long will you keep him in a coma?”
“That depends on how his brain responds. Usually seventy-two to ninety-six
hours.”
Oh no . . . so long!
“Can I see him?” I whisper.
“Yes, you should be able to see him in about half an hour. He’s been taken to
the ICU on the sixth floor.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
Dr. Crowe nods, turns and lea一ves us.
“Well, he’s alive,” I whisper to Christian. And the tears start to roll down my
face once more.
“Sit down,” Christian orders gently.
“Papa, I think we should go. You need to rest. We won’t know anything for a
while.” José murmurs to Mr. Rodriguez who gazes blankly at his son. “We
can come back this evening, after you’ve rested. That’s okay, isn’t it, Ana?”
José turns, imploring me.
“Of course.”
“Are you staying in Portland?” Christian asks. José nods.
“Do you need a ride home?”
José frowns. “I was going to order a cab.”
“Luke can take you.”
Sawyer stands, and José looks confused.
“Luke Sawyer,” I murmur in clarification.
“Oh . . . Sure. Yeah, we’d appreciate it. Thanks, Christian.”
Standing, I hug Mr. Rodriguez and José in quick succession.
“Stay strong, Ana,” José whispers in my ear. “He’s a fit and healthy man. The
odds are in his fa一vor.”
“I hope so.” I hug him hard. Then, releasing him, I shrug off his jacket hand it
back to him.
“Ke
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