Adrian's POV
Hayes cleared me for discharge on Friday morning.
He came in at eight with the results of the final echocardiogram and walked me through them with the thorough efficiency of a man who had spent the past two weeks managing something he hadn't expected to manage this well. The repair was holding. The rhythm was stable. The outpatient protocol was ready.
"Your surgeon's work," Hayes said, closing the folder, "was exceptional. I want to say that for the record."
"I know," I said. "I intend to tell her."
He shook my hand and left to prepare the discharge paperwork.
Marcus arrived at nine with a change of clothes and the look of a man who had been waiting for this day since I was admitted and was now trying not to show how relieved he was.
"Car's downstairs," he said.
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