I had been awake for a week now, surrounded by the sterile hospital environment, enduring the scrutinizing gazes of doctors assessing my recovery. Remarkably, they proclaimed that I was healing exceptionally well, hinting at the possibility of me soon leaving this sterile hospital room. The prospect of departing this clinical haven was both exhilarating and intimidating, but I was not venturing out alone this time.
The following day, the doctors confirmed my readiness for departure. A few more tests and procedures remained before I could be liberated. Abaddon had been a constant presence throughout, his unwavering support my wellspring of strength and solace.
As the hours crept by, impatience nestled within me. I yearned to depart this place, to return to familiar environs, and to conv
