Chloe left the Doctor's office feeling satisfied and proud of herself. She kept looking down, staring at her right hand, and clenched her fist a few times to ensure everything was alright.
"I survived," Chloe murmured as she let the realization sink in. "I survived his beating, and never apologized or begged even once."
"I fought back. I really fought back against that bastard…." Chloe's lips curled up. "I'm not that weak."
She wanted to scream to let out this overwhelming joy in her heart, but she was still in the hospital, so she went out silently and entered her car.
She fished her phone and took a quick photo of her right hand, then texted Vernon with the photo attached.
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I'm all fine now.
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It didn't take long for Vernon to call her.
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"All good?" Vernon asked on the phone.
"Yes, all good. I can use my right hand now. Thank you for taking care of me, Vernon.'
