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It had been two full days. When Dr. Montgomery came to check on her yesterday, he said she was well enough to go home and that he’d discharge her this afternoon. Courtney looked again at the clock on the wall opposite her bed. It was 7:48 AM. Three minutes since she’d last looked at the clock. Sighing, she rested her head back against the pillow and stared at the ceiling. There was a steady beep from her heart monitor. Every minute, there was another from the clamp on her finger that measured the oxygen level in her blood. She had a bandage over the small hole where her IV had been until earlier this morning. The cast on her arm was a turquoise blue, so it matched her eyes, the doctor had said. The scrapes on her hands and knees were scabbed over, but the nurse insisted on applying oin
