In the tense moments just before, the medical team painstakingly tended to Ryley's injuries, their actions belying the severity of his condition.
"His recovery's going to be a bit of a marathon. Low blood pressure and anemia will stretch out the timeline," the doctor shared with Mitchell, her gaze momentarily lingering on a bowl of onion gratin soup nearby.
The room held a somber aura, punctuated by the hum of medical equipment.
"He needs an iron-rich diet—lean into meats, embrace the bounty of the sea. But steer clear of onions, beans, and anything too cold for now. They're like pitfalls waiting to deepen his struggle, dragging his blood pressure down further into an ominous abyss." The doctor continued.
"Understood. I'll inform the kitchen to change up the menu," Mitchell replied, a hint of weariness lacing his words.
