A New Goal

Having dealt with David, I walked out of his office and moved towards the place he informed me to go.

From what he told me, my mother already expected me to contact her as soon as I woke up.

So, all I have to do now is accept her call.

'…She is scary.'

How does she even know I will contact her?

I mean, I have never done that before.

"Azariah."

I looked back over my shoulder as someone called me from behind.

"Dr. Greyson?" I whispered, turning back to look at her.

She still looked the same, slightly wrinkled face and greying hair from old age.

She walked towards me and asked, "You should rest for now—"

"I am fine," I interjected, continuing to walk.

She shook her head, replying, "You are not. I have seen your reports. You are pushing your body to its limits without giving it time to heal."