While Ray Mckinley was quietly explaining the situation to Dr. Cooper, Molly Wellington had already started using the hairdryer.
Abraham Redington's black hair was damp at the tips, and if he weren't a patient right now, Molly Wellington wouldn't bother with this inexplicable man!
As Molly Wellington dried his hair, Abraham Redington let her fair and gentle hand weave through his dark hair.
He sat at the head of the bed, his chin lowered, his ice-blue eyes mixed with indistinct emotions.
From beginning to end, he didn't speak with the usual sharp tongue that left others speechless, nor did he resist in any way. He just sat there with deep eyes.
A moment later, Molly Wellington turned off the hairdryer. "All done. Change into your pajamas quickly. I'll go get Dr. Cooper up here."
The mysterious repeated fevers needed to be reported to the doctor to see if medication was necessary.
