[An hour and a half ago.]
"Right when I was starting to climb."
The words stayed in the room a second after he said them, and a moment later, the door opened again.
Nolan stepped back in first, phone still in hand, now by the specialist.
The doctor closed the door gently and moved straight to the foot of the bed while Nolan came to the side.
"Dawson's on his way," he said.
The doctor nodded.
"Good. We'll need everyone aligned."
He glanced down at Leo's raised leg, propped carefully on a cushioned platform.
"We take this slow. I'll speak with a couple of physiotherapists I trust. We'll see what we can do to optimise recovery without forcing anything."
Leo didn't react much, just watched the doctor as he pressed his index and middle fingers against his thigh.
"I'll draft a proper plan," the doctor continued.
"Phases in the caretaking. The Load management and reference material. It might not be the same as the others, but it'll at least help with certain things."
