Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 155

Chapter 149: Hospital Checkup

Sedona’s POV

Frank’s interim check was on a Tuesday

It was not a full appointment-he’d been clear about that when he’d scheduled it, had said interim check with the specific emphasis of someone who wanted to manage expectations but not alarm me..it was not a full assessment, not a milestone, just a look at where the markers were sitting three weeks after discharge.

I went alone.

That was the first thing I’d done alone since coming home-not because my family hadn’t offered, because they had, my mother in particular had offered to go and I could see how anxious she was about it, even more anxious than me and it was rubbing off on my dad and brothers who were cancelling things just to tag along because they were worried about what it would say.

But I’d wanted to go alone. I’d wanted to sit in Frank’s waiting room and be a person going to a medical appointment rather than a person being accompanied to a medical appointment, which was a distinction that mattered to me in ways I was still figuring out how to say, Cameron had understood it saying that he knows that I wanted to feel like I had the situation under control and had reluctantly agreed to it but under the promise that if I hear anything bad, I would call him and not drive.

I had promised. I told my dad and mum who agreed as well deciding to let me do this for myself.

The waiting room was familiar. I’d spent a significant amount of time in it across two months, and seeing the familiar place, with the same familiar antiseptic smell and the familiar nurses stirred something in my heart that I didn’t want to think too closely about.

Frank came out at ten past ten, which was eight minutes earlier than his scheduled time. He looked at me the way he’d been looking at me for two months, the way that had shifted as the weeks progressed, it had started off as the neutral expression of a doctor who was doing his job and as time went on, it turned out to be him invested in an outcome and was watching it continue to arrive.

“You look better,” he said.

“I feel better,” I said.

“I have been playing tennis in my head,” I said. “Does that count?”

“It does not count,” he said. “But it’s encouraging that you’re playing tennis in your head. Three months ago you weren’t.”

That was true.

“Walking,” I said.

“Walking,” he confirmed it with a nod. “Start short. Work up to longer. Your body will tell you where the edges are. Listen to it. Do not over push it.”

“I’ve been listening to it for two months,” I said.