Richelle Dunn hung up the phone and walked out of the break room.
Just then, she saw the medical staff wheeling Roy Lewis out of the CT examination room.
Richelle hurried over and took the wheelchair from them.
"How are you feeling?"
Roy handed her the results printed by the examiner, "Only you can understand this, I see just a few shadows."
Richelle nodded, "I'll look at it in the car later."
The military hospital cleared a small area for Roy's privacy.
Richelle didn't want to waste too much time, so she quickly pushed him back to the car.
Parker drove away from the parking spot, and Richelle took out the results to examine them carefully.
"Where did you go just now?"
Roy pulled her into his embrace.
Before, he thought he had gyneophobia and would habitually maintain a safe distance from women.
But now, with Richelle around, it came naturally to him to want to touch her and hold her close.
It seemed that only when he felt her skin and warmth could he be truly at ease.
