Chapter Thirty-Three
Remy
A full two weeks later, I was resting on the couch at my house with Henry curled up at my feet and Rachel busy in the kitchen. Apparently, pneumonia sucked. Or so I learned. Probably because I was the worst patient she ever had, Charlie reluctantly discharged me from the hospital after one night. She wanted me to have enough fluids and something to take the edge off my cough.
She ordered me to rest at home, rather sternly. I hadn’t meant to do so. In fact, I had assumed I would maybe take a few days off until I got my energy back, and then go back to work. That wasn’t quite how it worked out. It was a good week before I felt like I had enough energy to do much of anything, other than sleep and wake up long enough to eat and snuggle on the couch with Rachel.
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