Michael
Two days later, I can finally leave the hospital.
My body has stopped hurting, though that guy really knows how to hit hard and accurately. What hasn't stopped hurting is my pride.
The whole hospital knows what happened. The nurses every time they came to check on me or give me pain medication didn't hesitate or hide their hatred and mockery towards me.
Practically, I'm the guy who's trying to take the hospital director's girlfriend, and the "wimp" who can't even handle a small shove or a punch. If it had been one of them or any of the mocking doctors who took the hit, I'm sure they wouldn't have withstood it either.
I finish putting on my shirt very carefully. That guy almost broke my ribs or fractured my hip from the fall. For a moment, I thought I might be paralyzed. That t
