Elias Pov

Beside me, Richard walked with a slow but steady gait. The doctor had given him a clean bill of health an hour ago, confirming that the toxins were finally out of his system and his vocal cords was recovering very fast.

"I can walk to the car myself. You don't need to worry," Richard said, his voice still a bit gravelly, but the strength was returning to it.

"I know you can" I replied, holding the door open for him anyway. "But the doctor said to take it slow. I’m just following orders."

He chuckled, a dry sound that ended in a small cough. We climbed into the...