Calix landed at Silvercrest City when the skyline had faint hues of amber, violet and ruby colors. The sun would begin to ascend soon. Most of the city was still asleep, attributing to the weekend days.
Uncle Raymond came to pick Calix up from the airport. The middle-aged man welcomed him back before congratulating Calix for Leslie's recovery.
"Mr. Calix, you should freshen up before going to the hospital this morning," said Uncle Raymond, looking at Calix through the rearview mirror, "Mrs. An said that Mrs. Charlene isn't in any critical condition. Aren't you tired? You were on a long flight."
Calix notified Uncle Raymond to drive him and Leslie to the hospital at eight. He wanted her to have thorough checkups there. Dr. Mo—Leslie's doctor—was already informed about it.
"I'm fine, Uncle Raymond," replied Calix with a faint smile, "I've got some shut eye in the flight. I want my wife to be examined quickly."
The sooner it was done, the better.
