The next two weeks went by super quick. I was able to go home after the second day of waking up from my coma. My mom and brothers were more than happy to be able to bring me home. True to their word, they waited on me hand and foot. The doctor said my ribs would be healed up by the 6th week and then there would just be a big scar on my forearm. During my hospital stay, my lovely boyfriends made up mom's old room into our soon to be shared bedroom. They had two king beds pushed together covered with grey bedsheets and a black duvet. It got me all giddy seeing it. For the mean time, we will be staying in our regular rooms due to me being battered up, so it will be less temptation. Insert eye roll. I mean, I get it but come on, I just want to cuddle. Anyway.
The week after I was released fro
