Evan
“Are you sure you don’t want to call someone?” the doctor asked me. I tilted my head and looked up at the ceiling, wanting to scream due to the pain radiating through my damn body.
I f****d up.
Big time.
“I’m good. Just need those discharge papers so I can go home. I need to see my daughter.” I didn’t even look at the doctor who just stood there. He gave me a nod and left the room. My phone went off again and I wanted to just throw it against the wall.
Patricia: Where the hell are you? We have work to do?
Father: Get your ass to the office. I’m not done with you.
My chest hurts to breathe. My ribs are sore, even a couple of them are broken and severely bruised. There’s bruising all over my chest. I remember looking at the tattoo I got across my heart, a rose with Aless’s name
