Dr Hooper stepped in, finally. "I'm afraid you are not yet fit enough to be transported, Mr Mehta," she said gently. "I can understand and sympathise with your loss, but moving you now may increase the chances of permanent damage to your leg."
Firdaus levelled her with a piercing gaze. "I can live with a limp, Doctor. I cannot live with abandoning my parents for the last time."
Dr Hooper was taken aback. "We are trying to prevent your limp, Mr Mehta," she said quietly. "However, if you insist, we will make arrangements for you to attend your parents' funeral. I will, however, insist that you remain confined to the wheelchair and do not attempt to walk or lift anything with your injured arm under any circumstances whatsoever. If you can promise that, I will allow you to go, on the condition that you come straight back to the hospital. If not, then I will be forced to keep you under sedation for the next twenty four hours."