Amelia’s POV
“You’re all set, Miss Wilson,” the nurse gently says, sliding the last form into her clipboard. “Just take it easy. Your body may be fine, but your mind needs time.”
Time. Everyone annoyingly keeps saying that, as if it’s possible to measure recovery with the sweep of a clock hand.
“Make sure she rests!” Doc Ramona says with a smile on her face as I hop into the car. The sterile smell of the hospital still lingers in my nose even as I clutch the small discharge papers in my lap.
Eric gets out of the driver's seat, gives her a tight nod, and then starts the car's ignition.
“I’ll make sure of that, not to worry,” he says.
At my right hand, Nadya squeezes my hand, her thumb brushing over my knuckles in comfort as I stay still in the car staring out the window. My chest f
