Before Kealith could reply, the door opened and the attending physician walked in with a nurse at his side, clipboard in hand.
"Sir Kealith," the doctor said with a professional smile, "it's good to see you awake. We'll begin passive physiotherapy today to help restore muscle function and circulation. It's light, nothing strenuous—you'll need to relax and let us handle the movement for now."
Seliora adjusted the blanket around her son and stepped aside, her gaze softening as she watched. Darius moved closer to stand beside her.
The nurse first checked the IV line, noting the near-empty bag. She unclipped it, removed the tape, and slid the needle free from Kealith's wrist. He barely flinched, only flexing his hand afterward to ease the stiffness. A small square of gauze was taped down in its place.
