Damian was seriously injured. He'd need at least a month before he could move normally.
I assumed he'd use that as an excuse to stay at the center.
But on the sixth day, he arranged for a transfer.
"Are you out of your mind?" I slapped his chart down on the bedside table. "You're going to fly for ten hours with wounds like this? What if you get an infection?"
"First to Beirun. Once I'm stable, I'll head back to Yorkshore."
"Why the rush?"
Damian looked at me.
"My father's having heart issues. The family needs me back."
I went quiet.
He went on. "Besides, staying here is making things harder for you.
"People are already connecting the medical center to the Moretti name. That's not good for this place."
I hadn't expected him to think about that.
The old Damian would have assumed
