“Just support me," she insisted.

Forrest rose, voicing his closeness. "I'm not an outsider. Carrying you isn't embarrassing."

"Cut the crap. I can walk. Just lead the way," Camila said with a strained smile, clutching his arm.

Meanwhile, Alick lagged behind, likely liaising with Dumpson police and the embassy.

If they confirmed Willie and Isaac's absence from the plane, search efforts would halt.

They departed first, Alick trailing.

The trek to the parking lot felt endless.

Camila refrained from putting weight on her sprained foot, mindful of exacerbating the pain.

She endured, eventually reaching the car, Alick in tow.

Boarding the vehicle, they sped off.

Forrest requested a stop at the drugstore.

Needing to tend to her ankle, Camila suggested, "Let's not delay."

"But your foot..." Alick was hesitant.

"Don't bother stopping. We must head back as fast as we can," Camila instructed Alick. "I'll sort it post-haste upon our return. Ignore Forrest."

Alick sided with Forrest, voicing, “Mr. Johnston would want to see you in good shape. If something goes awry, how do we explain it?"

"As a physician, I can gauge my injuries. If he does question you, I'll set the record straight," Camila asserted.

"Steadfast," Forrest remarked.

“Your call," Camila responded nonchalantly.

Regardless, seeing Isaac pronto was paramount.

Only upon confirming his safety could she find solace.