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Six Weeks

Author: Blairsen
last update publish date: 2026-06-20 23:23:56

Zachary's doctor called with the updated monitoring results two days after Reid's announcement about the counter-claim.

He took the call in the hotel bathroom, the only place with a door that closed properly, and Isla heard pieces of it through the wall even though she wasn't trying to listen.

"Six weeks is possible," the doctor said. "But it requires very careful management. Complete rest. Reduced stress levels. Regular monitoring, twice weekly minimum."

"Understood," Zachary said.

"I mean it,
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