From my hospital bed, the world had narrowed down to the rhythmic beeping of machines and the occasional muffled noises from the corridor outside with some positive things from Ethan. But today was different. Today was the day I was getting discharged, a day that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. Coraline, always the planner, had taken charge of the logistics, especially since there was a real chance we might run into Matt on the way out. Given everything that had happened, avoiding any additional drama was paramount.
Coraline bustled into the room with a stack of my belongings already neatly packed. "Okay, Kyle, I've got everything here. Just need to get you nice and ready, and we can head out," she announced.
"Thanks, Coraline," I said, managing a weak smile as she helped me sit up. The movement sent a sharp pain across my abdomen. Coraline noticed my discomfort and paused, giving me a moment to catch my breath.
