Weeks after he’d been shot, after several surgeries, after hours and hours of painful physical therapy, Kenny was finally going home. He packed up his things, while still slightly limping. He’d come a long way in physical therapy and Jeff was happy with his progress. He’d still have months of therapy ahead of him, but at least now he was able to walk okay. Now that he was healed enough from his most recent surgery, it was time to finally go home.
Audrey came into his room with a wheelchair and a grin. “Ready to finally get out of here?”
“I don’t know,” he said. There was one down side to going home. “I won’t get to see your beautiful face every day when I’m home.”
“You’ll survive somehow.”
“But, will I get to see you next Friday?”
“Only if you’re coming back to the hospital. I work al
