By seven in the evening I'm free of the off-white walls and the tiled floor, the beeping of the heart monitor and the checkup from nurses. Arriving home with a limp on my left leg, I've created my own haven within the walls of my room, the window shut, curtains pulled closed to keep the room dark, and the light of my phone the only sigh of inhabitance. With painkillers taken an hour ago and Netflix playing in the background, I've created a small routine for myself until Franke notifies me of anything she's found. Charlie texted at lunch, asking if he could visit me. I agreed and watched as he came into my room an hour later, a massive bunch of yellow roses in a blast vase as those flowers now sit on my nightstand. He expressed his hopes that I would feel better soon and I thanked him as he
