Layla's childhood was as ordinary as a daughter's whose mother had passed away early in her life could be. Growing up surrounded by a dominant presence of male figures in her life, she turned into a strong, courageous individual, prepared to tackle...
"You should stay," a voice spoke, pulling him out of his thoughts. Julian looked over at the interlocutor with widened eyes.
"She cares about you, and she will want to see you first thing when she wakes up. You can trust me on this," Morrie said. He smiled in a reassuring manner, and the certitude in his voice calmed Julian's nerve.
He offered the younger boy a tight smile and hoped he was right. It was only a matter of time now before the doctor got here to examine Layla and make sure she was fine. Then, Julian would leave Layla alone just like she'd asked of him. He just needed to make sure she was truly alright before he left her side.
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The Royal Mark : CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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Julian stood in the furthest corner of Layla's room when Dr. Murphy entered the room less than a minute later, followed by a frantic Sir Dunkin. It didn't take long for him to get here because he lived nearby, which was pretty convenient, but Sir Dunkin's facial expression might have something to do with the short wait.
"These children really need to take care of themselves better. I was here only a few days ago to look after Morrie, and now Layla got hurt. Poor child, how long has she been unconscious for?" Dr. Murphy asked, approaching Layla's still body.
"About five minutes or so, doctor," Julian replied. It hadn't been that long, but it seemed like an eternity to them.
"Let's have a look at her then. Hopefully it isn't too bad."
Dr. Murphy gently lifted Layla's head and looked for any sign of injury through the strands of her hair. He gently massaged her scalp, until his fingers landed on a relatively large bump. "Dear God!" he exclaimed.
The three other men in the room instinctively got closer to Layla's bed, asking what was wrong. "I'm afraid it's a concussion. She must have hit her head on a hard surface for her scalp to swell this much and cause her to lose consciousness," the doctor replied, shaking his head.
"Will she be okay?" all men asked in unison.
The old man looked at them with an incredulous look. "Of course, she will! She's not going to die over here due to a concussion. The injury might affect her daily activities, and she will need plenty of rest, but other than that, she'll be good as new within a week or two."
