Maya POV
The doctor discharged me the following morning with a paper bag full of medication, a long list of instructions I was only half listening to, and a very firm warning about rest that I was already planning to ignore.
Lucas had gone out earlier to grab me something to wear, since nobody had thought about bringing a change of clothes to the hospital, obviously. He came back with a white fitted turtleneck, tailored black trousers, and a long camel coat that probably cost more than three months of the average person's rent.
"Lucas," I said, holding up the coat. "I said something simple."
"That is simple," he said, completely unbothered, dropping into the chair and going back to his phone. "You want me to return it and get you a hospital gown instead?"
I stared at him for another s
