When the doctor decides my injuries are healed enough to not need constant monitoring I get to go home. It has been about a month since I last got to sleep on my own bed. Even better is that I can wear a loose T-shirt and shorts instead of a hospital gown.
The disadvantage is that Jessica is my nurse now. I get to drink her disgusting soup through a straw and have her help me into the shower, where I have to sit like an old person since my right leg isn’t strong enough to hold me up yet. I’d rather stay in the hospital even with the danger of mob goons, but the insurance company won’t cover any more time in the hospital, not when the doctor says it’s not necessary.
Since I’m home I can put on some makeup on my face and a...
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