James gave a nod of understanding.
Seeing this, David paused for a moment before checking Mirabella's pulse again. It took a while before he finally pulled his hand back.
"Honestly, I've never come across such an unusual body temperature. That medicine you showed me last time worked wonders for those on the brink of death, but with Mirabella's situation, I can't say for sure if she should take it or if it would even help," David said, his tone serious.
If it were any other illness, he could easily make a call, but this one had him stumped.
After a thoughtful pause, David continued, "Alright, I'll head back and dig through some medical books to see if anything comes up."
"That's probably our best bet for now," James replied, his voice carrying a weight it hadn't before. "I'll be waiting for your update."
David managed a wry smile, waved, and left the hospital room in a hurry.
James turned his gaze back to the girl lying quietly on the bed, her breathing soft and steady like a fairy tale's Sleeping Beauty.
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Downstairs, David's assistant was waiting in the lobby. When he spotted David, he tucked his phone away and walked over.
"You're done already?" the assistant asked, surprised.
He knew David was there to check on a patient, but he didn't realize it was Mirabella.
David nodded, his hands clasped behind his back as he headed outside, "Back to the association."
The assistant quickly followed, adding as they walked, "Oh, by the way, Paul is back."
David stopped in his tracks, looking at his assistant, "Didn't I tell you to reach out to him and ask him to hold off on coming back?"
"I tried, but his phone was off, and he didn't reply to my messages," the assistant explained.
Soon, the assistant ended the call, frustration clear, "Still can't get through."
David frowned, "He said he was almost at the association before, right?"
"Yes, and I made sure to tell him to meet us here instead," the assistant knew why David wanted to keep Paul away from the association.
It was all about keeping Presley in the dark about Paul's return.
After a moment, the assistant looked outside, "We can't reach him, and who knows if he got held up... Should we wait here?"
David squinted, thinking about Mirabella's strange condition and how they couldn't afford any more delays, "You stay here and wait for him. Once he shows up, get him out of Riverdale. I need to head back to the association."
The assistant nodded, understanding the urgency.
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