FORTY-TWO
AlmaThe ending credits roll to the cheesy romantic comedy we rented. Leo rests beside me in the chaise lounge. His head sleepily fell to my shoulder about thirty minutes ago. It’s been two weeks since we got out of the hospital. Our days are spent snuggling, watching movies, napping, and ordering takeout. It’s pretty awesome, to be honest.
My incisions are healing well. They don’t bother me or hurt anymore. Leo still has the cast on his arm, but other than that, he feels good too. Getting in an accident was horrible, but we were lucky. One or both of us could’ve easily not made it. I feel very blessed to be sitting here, in Leo’s arms, and really not worrying about much.
The doctor wrote me off of work and all physical activity for eight weeks, but I’m not stressed about it. L
