Page 104 of I Can't Even

I was, mostly, back to one hundred percent.

Or, at least, my new one hundred percent.

I’d found, over the last four months, that there were certain things that I wouldn’t ever be able to do again.

One was making a tight fist with my left hand.

It’d been shattered after Dr. Brewn had stomped on it. Though the bones were repaired, and all the tendons and muscles were about as good as they’d ever be again, there was still a lack of mobility.

Luckily for me, it was my non-dominant hand.

Also, lucky for me, I could move it. I could use it. I could grasp things with it.

The only thing I couldn’t do was use the same kind strength when using it.

Sure, that sucked pretty bad, but the physical therapist had been pretty sure that, over time, I would get some of the flexibility and strength back.

Until then, I did what I could.

Another issue I was having was the physical ache of my head.

I’d suffered a pretty awful brain contusion when I was kicked in the head. The headaches hadn’t subsided, though they were getting a lot better, and I could manage them a bit by listening to my body. And not forgetting that I was still healing.

The doctor insisted that it could take up to a year for my body to get back to normal.

Until then, apparently, I just had to deal with the headaches.

“Are you even listening to me?” Quaid grumbled.

“Yes,” I promised as I slipped my feet into my Clouds. “I am.”

“Feels like I’m talking to a brick wall,” he grumbled.

“Hey, losers!” I heard called from the other room.

My brow rose. “What is that?”

Quaid shrugged, looking slightly sheepish.

Hollis burst in, her baby in her arms, and handed her over.

Little Darlia cooed.

She was literally the sweetest baby in the world, and I just loved her to death.

“Where are you going?” Hollis asked, confused. “I thought we were going over…”

I silenced her with wide eyes, hoping she’d get the hint.

She looked at Quaid, then started to laugh. “She’s going to work, isn’t she?”

I wasn’t actually going to work.

I was making it seem like I was going to work.

In reality, I was headed on a shopping spree.

Tomorrow we were getting married at a place downtown.

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