"Good day, by the way." She walks out of the room. I took a big breath and let it out slowly. I'm becoming a little bored here. I want to go for a stroll. First, I take the medications that Nurse Caroline supplied. After that, I sat down on the floor. I'm strong enough to stand and walk if I leave my room; I know it's against the rules, but I don't want to be cooped up in there.
In any case, lying down for an extended period of time will only make me weaker. So I'm in my own room? It's all fine. Daddy is well-off enough to cover all of the expenses. I'm sure that was simply a piece of spare change to him. Even if I'm already on the second story, I take the elevator to the bottom floor. I don't want to put my knees under too much strain right quickly.
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