I leaned back in my chair and looked at Alex as he was checking over the bottle on the table. He looked so worried.
"Alex," I called out his name and he looked up at me. "Don’t stress about this. No matter what the test shows, we’ll know what to do." I assured him.
He didn’t say anything, but I could see the tension in his body eased slightly. But that was good enough for now. I picked up the bottle and put it inside my pocket.
"Enough about that for now. Let me check your leg." I said.
Alex groaned and he leaned back in his wheelchair. "You don’t have to keep fussing over it, Ryder. It’s not going to magically get better."
"Yeah, well, it’s not going to magically get worse either," I shot back. "Now stop complaining and let me take a look."
I bent down beside his chair, and I lifte
