Surrender
::Sarah's POV:: Days have passed and before I knew it, it was soon to be Thanksgiving day. My recovery had been steady, but I the remains of the cuts stitched together were still pretty fresh. There was no more blood, but healed scars along my shoulders. The wolf's bane had been completely flushed out, which I've hoped for because it diminished my healing process. I sat up in the hospital bed, today I was going to be fit enough for a discharge. Good grief, because the hospital bed wasn't at all considered comfy. I recalled Drake visiting me every day, only to receive me chasing him out of the room, to once every three days, and then once a week. A whole week and a half has gone by and my curious nature wondered why he wasn't up to par with his visitations. Maybe I was some
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