How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 593

Jarrod trailed after her at a leisurely pace, watching as she darted through the crowded corridors, clearly in her element.

Elodie found a doctor to examine Jarrod's injuries.

"Doesn't look like there's any major bone damage," the doctor said after a quick assessment, "but you've got a dislocated joint and some soft tissue trauma. We'll need to take care of that. Please take off your shirt."

After glancing at the dislocation site, the doctor couldn't help but think how much pain Jarrod must have been enduring he certainly had a high pain threshold.

Jarrod didn't hesitate. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped his arm out of the sleeve. Elodie frowned as she looked at his arm-the joint was clearly out of place, and the sight alone made her wince.

The cut on his arm wasn't deep, but it looked painful all the same.

Then she noticed a scar on his arm.

It ran nearly six inches long.

His skin was pale, so the scar wasn't very dark, but on his muscular arm, it stood

out.

That was from the last time-when he saved her at the Warwick estate.

She was surprised. With all the medical resources at his disposal, he hadn't bothered to get the scar treated or removed.

hurt

it almost made her feel like

doctor finished resetting his joint and covering up the wound, then gave a few instructions. "Don't get the wound wet. Change the bandage every day for the next three days, and

as he straightened his

averted her gaze

me to call Andrea to pick you up?" she asked, making it clear she wasn't

wrapping things

"What about Keith?"

out of

one

arm, thinking again of that old scar, then took

replied, not trying to argue

the car,

her a sideways look. "Need me

Of course she didn't.

was still

not to

straight

the gates recognized his car and opened automatically.

her. "Could you grab

anything and retrieved the laptop. By the

over but didn't move to open the door. She

place no longer