TYLER'S POV
After two days of inspections and check-ups, I was discharged from the hospital. My parents are currently in the hospital room to hand me clothes and pick me up.
They picked an outfit I barely wore from home, a sleeveless shirt and casual shorts. Shrugging, I changed into it, looking forward to leaving the location where I have been resting for more than a month. I approached my parents in high spirits, ready to inform them that we could set off.
I was expecting them to instantly get up, as ardent to return home as I was, but instead, they stayed where they were with an expression of flummox and befuddlement.
“Tyler honey, what’s that on your arm?” my mother asked, standing from the chair a meter from the bed and coming over to inspect my upper arm. I was in a state of perp
