They climbed back into the vehicle, ready to resume their journey.

After hanging up the phone call with Alick, Isaac said, “Here's your phone, Forrest."

His gesture indicated that Forrest should take it himself.

Forrest reached out to retrieve it, the atmosphere tinged with awkwardness and embarrassment.

Forrest remained silent, looking straight ahead.

Sensing the tension, Camila attempted to Lighten the mood by engaging Isaac in conversation. "I couldn't sleep well while you were missing. Did you know?" she asked, raising her head.

Her words carried genuine concern, which Isaac acknowledged with a slight nod.

“I was scared. Scared that I might never see you again," she confessed softly.

Moved, Isaac reached out and gently touched her head.

As they continued their journey, signs of civilization gradually appeared on the horizon.

The town was within reach.

"Let's head to the hospital first," Camila suggested.

Although the town only had a small clinic, it would suffice for Isaac's needs.

The wound on his neck didn't require surgery; his wound just needed examination, cleaning, and dressing.

Camila stayed in the clinic with Isaac for his treatment while Willie went to fix the car, replacing the broken rear windshield.

Meanwhile, outside the station, Forrest kept an eye out for potential threats and inquired about accommodations.

Fortunately, there was a hotel nearby.

After Isaac's wound was tended to, he emerged from the clinic with Camila's assistance.

Forrest informed them, "There's a hotel about 33 feet ahead. You can take Isaac there to rest."

"Okay," Camila replied, nodding.