Shana offers to carry me up to the apartment and now I can understand why she's so ridiculously strong, it soothes my ego even though I know that if she wasn't a Werewolf she would most likely still be way stronger than me.
We ended up spending more than a couple hours at the Clinic because Dale browbeat the Doctors into keeping me around, which turned out to be a splendid idea because my appetite becomes non-existent with the pain so I get put on drips.
It's getting dark when we finally make it to my room and I'm grateful that they give me a much needed privacy.
Just as I'm about to sink blissfully into the quiet, a quiet knock raps on the door.
"Yes?" I call out curiously, wondering who it could be, my mom, Shana and Mae just left so it couldn't be them again.
"It's Mae, can I come in?"
"Oh?" I blink in confusion, letting my head rest on the fluffed up pillow. "Sure."
She quietly slips in, looking over a shoulder sneakily.
