Salara’s POV
Dr. Boyd suggested that I get out of my hospital room and walk around the packhouse, and though I was unsure at first, I gradually found myself wanting to stretch my legs. My body still aches and there is still a lot of healing that needs to happen, but being couped up in that room all day was driving me crazy.
So I took the Dr.’s advice, and decided to leave to grab a snack from the packhouse kitchens. Dr. Boyd didn’t feel like I should leave my bed alone, so here I am, sitting at the large island counter in the massive kitchens, with my doctor sitting beside me. His worried looks that he casts my way every few minutes is maddening to say the least. Though I will say that I do feel safer with him here beside me, at least I know he isn’t out to harm me.
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