Taking Control

DAPHNE

The doctor blinked at me, clearly taken aback. “Mrs. Mercer… you want to transfer your husband? Right now?”

“Yes,” I said firmly, holding his gaze.

He leaned forward slightly, his expression tightening. “I understand your concerns, but this isn’t a simple decision. Moving him in his current state could be extremely risky. His body is still recovering, and any unnecessary movement could—”