Brenda’s bravado seemed to wilt under his scrutiny. “Sir, she didn’t have an appointment,” she protested weakly, but her voice lacked the earlier venom.

James’s expression hardened. “Emergency situations often don’t come with the luxury of appointments. Dr. Monroe instructed her to come in urgently. Is it standard procedure here to ignore a doctor’s directive and threaten a patient in distress?”

The officers exchanged glances, clearly reevaluating the situation. One of them, a younger officer with a sympathetic look, addressed Brenda. “Ma’am, perhaps it would be best to check with Dr. Monroe, given the circumstances.”

Brenda hesitated, her authority slipping away like sand through fingers. With no other option, she picked up the phone with a huff, muttering into the receiver. After a brief conversation, her face blanched. She hung up the phone and looked at Isabelle, the defiance in her eyes replaced with something akin to fear.

“Dr. Monroe says to take you in immediately,” Brenda admitted begrudgingly. Her tone had lost its earlier edge, replaced by a forced politeness. “Right this way, please.”

Isabelle, feeling a surge of renewed hope and relief, allowed herself to be led away, James’s hand never leaving hers. As they walked, she glimpsed the officers, who offered her nods of encouragement. The younger officer even whispered, “Take care, ma’am,” as she passed.

In the examination room, Dr. Monroe was waiting, his expression one of concern and professionalism. “Isabelle, I’m so sorry for the delay. Let’s see what’s going on,” he said gently, setting to work immediately.

As the doctor performed the necessary checks, Isabelle felt the tension begin to ease, replaced by a sense of safety and care that had been absent in the waiting room. James remained by her side, his presence a constant reassurance.

Later, as they prepared to leave the hospital, Isabelle turned to James, gratitude filling her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered, squeezing his hand. “You were my hero today.”