"Lucas, what's going on with him?"
Jaysen noticed Lucas coming in and asked without waiting for him to speak, "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with his condition?"
"Yes, it's just a mild concussion. He'll be fine." Lucas answered Jaysen while checking him out. However, the more he checked, the more furrowed his brow became, and his face grew increasingly solemn.
"Lucas, what's wrong?"
Jaysen's heart tensed up, knowing that Michael Gordon had a history of injuries, and the brain was not something to be messed around with.
"Good news!"
As soon as Jaysen's question came out, Lucas's frown loosened, and his gloomy face brightened up. A faint smile spread across his lips, followed by an incredulous mutter, "The blood clot pressing on the brain's nerves has just disappeared like that?"
