Dr. Nash cleared his throat, trying to regain composure. “We’ll find a way, Mrs. Krell. Don’t lose hope.” Yet, his words were a thin veil over the bleak reality.
Suddenly, Gabriel appeared in the doorway, his expression a mixture of anger and determination. “Excuse me, Doctor,” he interrupted, his voice steady. “I overheard the conversation. I’d like to cover the cost.”
Both Dr. Nash and I were momentarily speechless. It was an improbable offer from a man I barely knew. “Why?” was the question that finally escaped my lips, laden with disbelief and vulnerability.
Gabriel stepped closer. “You saved my life during the accident. When you pulled me away from the wreckage, you risked your own safety. It’s my turn to return the favor.”
