It’d been a month since I was hospitalized. My bruises and cuts had all healed nicely. The stab wound in my left hand had healed too. Just as Dr. Neil had predicted, I could use it with no problem at all - no pain, no stiffness, or anything. The stitches did leave a scar on the back of my hand and on my palm as the wound was through and through.
My broken leg and arm were still in casts. Dr. Neil asked me to come back for a check-up next month or anytime if I felt any discomfort.
I was supposedly able to be discharged earlier than a month, but Damian and mom insisted that I stay in the hospital for the best care. I tried to tell them I was okay, but they wouldn’t listen to me, so I just let them be.
