THIRTY-SEVEN
"You've made a remarkable recovery. You take care – I don't want to see you back here unless you're on prac again," Dr Aidan said with a smile.
"Me, too," I admitted as I watched him sign my discharge papers. He'd already arranged more meds through the hospital pharmacy – one of the staff was sending them up now.
I could go home!
"Would you like me to drive you home?" Nathan asked, the moment the doctor left.
I hesitated for an instant before I nodded. I'd trusted him so far – a short car trip was hardly a risk.
A nurse whisked me downstairs, Nathan and a guard following behind. The nameless guard did his best not to make eye contact with me, even as I gave him a beaming smile. Nathan wasn't the only man I owed gratitude for keeping me safe in hospital.
Nathan wanted me
