At half past seven in the evening, the VIP hospital ward was quiet, save for the vague, distant sounds of machines beeping. But, since Suzuki Ara was free from all the apparatuses attached to her, the silence in the room was more comfortable. It felt like she was just in her own bedroom, relaxing.
Because she had exhibited strength and mobility at her checkup, the doctor allowed her to skip wearing soft casts, but cautioned her about straining her limbs too much. As usual, she agreed to everything the doctor said so she didn't have to deal with them for long.
Whatever they said, she had already decided that as soon as she's out of the hospital and back at home, she'd start her own exercise regimen so she'd regain most of her strength anyway.
