Chapter 951 I Am Not Sick
Lyra was caught off guard when she heard the news and glanced at Jeffery. "Are you going to visit Clara?"
After all, they did know each other.
Jeffery thought for a moment and said, "Yeah, let's go see her."
Hearing this, Lyra felt a bit down but quickly pulled herself together.
Didn't this show that Jeffery was a caring person?
Being caring was a good thing!
With that thought, she felt much better.
Just then, Jeffery looked over and asked, "Do you want to come with me? You don't have much work today, right?"
As the head of the department, he naturally knew the hospital's schedule, especially Lyra's.
It just so happened that Lyra had no work scheduled for today.
Surprised by his invitation, Lyra pointed to herself. "I?"
"Yeah, since you're going to grad school, you'll need to understand brain disorders. This is a good opportunity to observe."
Lyra was silent for a moment.
She really wanted to go, and Jeffery's reason was valid.
It seemed unreasonable not to go.
So, she agreed readily.
Two days later, Lyra rode with Jeffery to the facility.
Clara was no longer in the hospital. Shortly after the call, she had been moved to a care home.
However, it wasn't the hospital or her family's decision.
Apparently, Clara had requested it herself. It was hard to believe that someone with a mental disorder could make such a request, but since she did, they had to comply.
Fortunately, the care home wasn't far.
A few minutes' drive and they arrived.
"I want Jeffery! Get him for me! I don't want anyone else!"
As they approached, they heard the desperate screams. Lyra stopped in her tracks.
Jeffery heard it too.
But he remained calm, even in the face of such a frantic outburst.
He even stopped Lyra when she tried to go in. "Let's wait a bit. It looks like she's having an episode. Going in now won't help."
"It might even agitate her more."
Hearing this, Lyra immediately became alert.
She hadn't expected to learn a lesson so soon. Her admiration for Jeffery grew.
Inside the room, the caregivers were having a tough time.
Clara was struggling, refusing to take her medication.
Several of them couldn't hold her down.
A female caregiver, sweating profusely, shouted, "Quick! Hold her down and give her the sedative. We can't let her keep going like this."
The others applied more force.
After a while, they finally managed to administer the sedative.
The effect was immediate. Clara soon calmed down.
At this moment, Lyra peeked in.
Seeing everyone inside looking at her, she nervously glanced to the side. "Can we go in now?"
Jeffery opened the door.
A female caregiver with red-framed glasses, looking very professional, approached.
Lyra was about to explain their visit.
But the caregiver smiled at Jeffery. "Mr. Gray, you're finally here. We didn't know what to do without you."
Her words carried a sense of relief.
Jeffery smiled lightly. "Thanks for all your hard work. From what I saw, it hasn't been easy for you these past few days."
His words hit home for them.
The caregiver sighed.
The others also sighed, looking exhausted.
"Yeah, but there's nothing we can do. She's our patient, so we have to deal with it." The caregiver then noticed Lyra.
Seeing that Lyra seemed close to Jeffery.
Though they didn't interact much, their positions gave it away.
For instance, Lyra unconsciously leaned towards Jeffery, standing slightly tilted to the right, something she probably hadn't noticed herself.
The caregiver's eyes flashed with understanding.
When she spoke again, her tone was more meaningful. She looked at Jeffery. "But you shouldn't have brought her here."
She pointed to the bed.
The caregiver thought she was speaking quietly.
But Lyra could hear her.
Her eyelashes fluttered nervously as she looked at Jeffery.
But he seemed unfazed. "Let's go in."
The caregiver didn't stop them.
Clara, seeing Jeffery, calmed down a bit due to the sedative, but her eyes still lit up when she saw him.
"Jeffery, you came to see me! I knew you would!"
She pulled Jeffery over, complaining about how long she had waited and how hard it was.
Even though they came together.
Lyra felt like she was invisible, as if she didn't exist in Clara's eyes.
Jeffery took a small step back, just enough to avoid Clara's hand, maintaining a polite distance. "We're here to help you."
He then glanced at Lyra, his voice softening as he asked her to prepare the equipment.
Lyra felt a wave of comfort and a bit of embarrassment; her face heating up as she crouched down to get the equipment, hiding her flushed face.
Sometimes, she couldn't understand how Jeffery always knew when she was uncomfortable.
But it was hard to deny that this made him even more likable.
However, Clara couldn't accept it.
"I'm not sick! Why does everyone say I'm sick? I thought you were different, but you're just like them!" She struggled and quickly jumped off the bed.
In a moment of carelessness, she ran out.
Lyra tried to stop her but got knocked aside.
Jeffery helped her up, his voice low and concerned. "Are you okay?"
Lyra shook her head. "I'm fine. Go after her."
A patient running away was no joke!
They quickly put down their things and ran out.
The caregivers weren't idle either.
But Clara, despite her frail appearance, ran fast. Even with a group chasing her, they couldn't find her.
No one knew where she had gone.
The caregivers were frantic. Losing a patient was a serious issue!
Lyra apologized to them. "I'm sorry. We didn't expect this. We'll help you find her."
The care home didn't blame them too much.
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