Getting out
*Dylan* The fluorescent lights of the hospital room have faded, replaced by the warm glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through the blinds. I sit on the edge of my bed, my body wrapped in a thin hospital gown, and I can finally breathe a little easier. The pounding in my head has dulled to a manageable throb, and my thoughts are clearer. Today is the day… I'm finally getting out of here. Moments later, I hear the soft knock on the door before my dad steps in, looking just as relieved to see me up and moving. “Hey, kiddo,” he says, a smile breaking across his face that instantly eases the tension in my chest. “Ready to get out of here?” “More than ready,” I reply, a grin breaking through my earlier worries. “Let’s get you discharged, then,” he says, motioning for me to grab my th
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