Nora knocked on the door of Jerome's hospital room before stepping in and waving at the bedridden man. He waved back and she drew closer to his bed. Ever since their last time in the room and the way he had sent her off, he had called back over the week to apologize and told her she could come see him whenever.
"How are you?" He asked.
"I'm good. So, you'll be discharged today, eh?"
"Yes, the doctor said I'm good to go. Though I'll have a private nurse to take care of me until I'm able to walk properly and use my injured arm," he replied and snapped his head to the door when it opened and two female nurses walked in with a wheelchair.
"Well, it's a good thing because I'm sick and tired of coming here to see you. Hospitals aren't a nice place to be and you've been here for a week plus,"
