Chapter 13 - Emergency Surgery At Mayo
An hour later, a medical transport helicopter airlifted Wyatt directly to the Mayo Clinic orthopedic trauma center in Rochester, Minnesota.
I sat in the surgical waiting room for five agonizing hours while a team of top orthopedic surgeons reconstructed his shattered knee joint.
At six in the morning, the lead surgeon walked out, stripping off his surgical mask with a tired but deeply reassuring smile on his face.
“Mr. Yates, your son is out of surgery,” the doctor reported softly. “The damage was severe, but we were able to repair the ligaments and bone fragments.”
“He will need months of physical therapy, but he will walk again.”
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I closed my eyes, letting out a long, heavy breath that felt like releasing five years of silent, accumulated grief and worry.
I walked into his private recovery room, pulling a chair close to his bed as the morning sunlight began to stream through the window.
