The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 526

One week later, outside Northport Memorial Hospital.

Today was the day Garrison was being discharged. Wyatt, Cassandra, and Sloane had all come to pick him up.

Wyatt parked the car by the hospital entrance. The automatic doors of the inpatient lobby slid open, and Garrison walked out.

His left arm was still in a sling, and his complexion hadn't fully recovered. He looked terribly pale, and though his steps were much steadier than a week ago, he still stumbled slightly, looking as if a strong gust of wind could knock him over.

Sloane and Cassandra flanked him. Cassandra handled his overnight bag, while Sloane hovered her arm near his waist, afraid to get too close but terrified to step too far away.

Garrison, however, looked completely unfazed. The corners of his lips even quirked up into a faint smile. "I can walk perfectly fine. There's no need to be so tense."

Leaning against the car door from a distance, Wyatt took in the sight. He stubbed out his cigarette, pulled out his phone, and snapped a picture with a loud *click*.

Cassandra's face darkened instantly. She dropped the bag onto the pavement.

"Wyatt, what is wrong with you? Taking pictures at a time like this! Get over here and help!"

Wyatt chuckled, strolling over to grab the luggage from Cassandra.

"Hey, my daughter said she wanted an autographed photo of the great Dr. Foster. Figured I'd take one now and get him to sign it later when I print it out."

Garrison was speechless.

"Are you just jealous of me? Is that why you're trying to ruin my image in front of your daughter?"

Wyatt laughed out loud. "You've got enough energy to talk back now, so I guess you really are feeling better!"

Swiftly, Wyatt loaded the bags into the trunk, helped Garrison into the back seat, and then slid behind the wheel.

Cassandra pulled open the passenger door and promptly seated herself up front.

Garrison and Sloane sat in the back, separated by the armrest console.

"Alright, let's head home!"

Before Sloane could say a word, Wyatt's sarcastic voice cut through the air from the driver's seat.

"Which nurse is blind enough to think that? His face was swollen like a balloon the whole time."

Garrison was speechless.

"So you *are* jealous of me."

"Jealous of you?" Wyatt glared at him through the mirror.

"Am I jealous that you got beaten half to death? Or am I jealous that you stayed on your knees and didn't even try to fight back? Seriously, Garrison, I've never seen you act like such a loser. You walked in there with a loaded gun, never fired a single shot, and let him beat the living hell out of you with a wooden bat."

"And yet, your daughter still adores me."

"That's because she's blind!"

Cassandra groaned. "Wyatt, can you stop ruining the moment? Our boss is genuinely a great guy. Lots of women like him. Right, Sloane? You saw that one young nurse, right? While the boss was admitted, didn't several nurses come asking about him? And every time one came in to check his vitals, they'd linger forever!"