As the room cleared out, Iris shut her eyes, exhausted and in pain. The whole mess had drained her.
"You should head back too, Jim. Thanks for speaking up for me just now," she said to Jim weakly, who was still sitting there.
Jim stood up, he didn't leave but walked over to Iris' bedside, "You're just gonna give up like that? Let that shameless woman win this battle?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Iris looked up in surprise, disbelief in her eyes. "You... you believe me?"
Jim, hands in his pockets, paced slowly by Iris' bed, he said in a dismissive tone.
"I could tell it from the way she was sitting on the floor, it was clear she didn't fall from a wheelchair." He pulled up a chair and sat down, eye level with Iris. "What's more, her leg muscles aren't atrophied, and she reacted to pain when she fell onto the ground—" Leaning in closer, Jim said with a serious expression, "All this means she can walk, and has been able to for quite some time."
