***This chapter contains more medical terms and explanations. Feel free to skip it if you prefer.***
The doctor arrived not long after the nurse called him.
He was a middle-aged man with steady hands and a calm expression, the kind that did not rush his movements. Two nurses followed behind him, one checking the monitors while the other adjusted the IV line.
Micah lay still while they examined him.
The light above his bed was switched on, brighter this time. It made him squint.
"Micah," the doctor said gently, leaning slightly into his field of vision so he would not have to turn his head. "Can you hear me clearly?"
Micah blinked once, then nodded faintly.
"Good. I'm going to ask you a few simple questions. Take your time."
The questions were basic at first. His name. The year. Where he was.
