There was something comical about a dragon in a cardboard box in an x-ray machine. George seemed entirely oblivious to the whole ordeal and remained still during the entire photoshoot.
Jacob held up his thumb to signal that he was done and I was allowed to enter the room.
“Can you take George back to the consultation room?” he requested, stripping himself from the protective gear. “I’ll check the x-rays and consult Maria if Priya was right.”
With a nod, I picked up the box with the dragon and carried him out. I worried the entire walk that he was going to jump out and escape but the lethargy was working in our favour. He didn’t move a single muscle.
I entered the consultation room where Priya was still waiting. “And?”
“Jacob is looking at the results now. He won’t be long,” I said whi
