It has been a full week since the accident. A full week of Anna lying on the hospital bed, confined to a room alone with her thoughts. Her head didn’t hurt as much, and her wound was healing nicely. A bit of hair had started regrowing on the shaved spot, and it prickled her fingers as she scratched the area near the healing wound. The bruises on her elbow and arms had healed, leaving scabs and black spots—that would take forever to fade. Lighter bruises had faded a lot.
The doctor came to check on her an hour ago, and with a smile on his face, gave her the clearance to go home. Everything about her health was looking great except for the physical wounds—and a broken heart she’d rather not think about. But she was doing great, according to him, and she could go home.
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