Emily
"Well, Miss Blackwood, it looks like you're ready to be discharged," Joe said, checking my vitals one last time. "Your temperature and heart rate are back to normal."
I let out a sigh of relief. "Finally. I was starting to think I'd have to redecorate this room."
The triplets, who had been hovering like oversized, hot muscular mother hens, practically buzzed with excitement.
"Great!" Luca exclaimed, already reaching for my bag. "Let's blow this popsicle stand!"
"Not so fast," Joe interjected, her stern gaze sweeping over all of us. "Emily, while you're physically recovered, your wolf is still... damaged. You'll need to continue taking medication and avoid any extreme emotional situations."
At this, she shot a pointed look at the triplets, who had the decency to look sheepish.
