Just over four hours later, Jax ran – quite literally ran, and flat-out – down the hall to Sarah’s room. Mac was waiting outside, and Jax skidded to a halt, panting.
“She’s OK?”
Mac nodded. “Mostly.”
“What’s that mean?”
“The right side of her lower body’s pretty numb and non-responsive in terms of reflexes, so she’ll need some intensive physical therapy. She’ll have to relearn how to walk, most probably, and those muscles will need some time to strengthen.”
“No problem,” Jax said; all he cared about was that she was awake. “I’ll pay for the best private physical therapist in the state to take Sarah on as a client.” He moved to open the door to Sarah’s room, but Mac stopped him.
“One more thing, man.”
“OK. What?”
“She’s having some trouble with her memory.”
“No big shock there, huh
