“Okay,” I say and wince again as she pulls the tape from
my side. I swear the tape they use is literal glue.
“Well, everything looks good! Here are your discharge
papers. Do you have any additional questions before you
go?” she smiles patiently. “No, thank you, though.”
“If anything changes or your pains get worse, or if you
have redness around your stitches that gets worse or has an
odor, make sure to come back.”
I nod my head in agreement as the nurse walks out.
“Well, I’ll get you a wheelchair,” Vince says.
“No, I can walk!” I say as I’m struggling to get out
of the bed.
It’s been a minute since I actually stretched my legs.
“Are you sure, baby girl?”
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“YES!” I snap at him. I don’t mean for it to come out so
harsh but it’s been a long time since I got to walk freely on
my own.
As we’re walking down the hallway, it feels like we’ve
been walking for days. The hallway seems as if it’s been
going on forever and it keeps getting longer and longer.
Then it starts spinning. I feel dizzy and I feel myself going
down to the floor.
“Woah! I got you, baby girl! You’re fine!” Vince says as
he cradles me in his arms and carries me to his car. All I know is that his car is black and it has that new car
smell that I haven’t smelled in forever. He puts me in the
passenger seat and buckles me in. As soon as he shuts the
car door I fall asleep.
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