Tessa’s POV
The morning light crept in through the hospital window, painting the walls a soft yellow. I sat up slowly, pushing the scratchy blanket off my legs. My body still ached, but it wasn’t as bad as yesterday.
The nurse had come in earlier with a big smile, telling me I was ready to be discharged. I should have felt relieved. I should have been smiling too. But instead, there was a weird pit in my stomach.
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, trying to flatten it. I didn’t even want to think about how messy I looked. It was enough that I was about to limp out of here like some broken bird.
Just as I was trying to gather my belongings, I heard voices outside the door. Loud voices.
“No, I’m taking her. Just go back to class,” I heard the voice and immediately recognized at T
