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Over the next week, Leigh coordinated appointments, filled out forms, held Jonah's hand while he signed consent for imaging he could barely afford. She called in favors to get him expedited slots at the regional center. Meanwhile, Jonah followed her orders: he took long walks to clear his head, he started a journal about the odd gaps in his memory, he practiced grounding exercises when numbness crept in. He stopped flying.

Weeks later, after the biopsy confirmed the lesion was noncancerous and treatable, Jonah walked into the clinic with a paper bag of pastries and an embarrassed grin. "Doctor's orders follow-up," he said, handing Leigh a cinnamon roll. "No flying yet, but I booked a train ticket to visit my sister. Slow travel for now." doctoradventuresleighdarbydoctorsorders480+full