A physical. I might need a therapist after that conversation with Draven.
His ridiculous comments about returning me “whole” aside, I had a timeline now—a week and counting. I needed to figure something out, fast.
When I got back to my room, Linda had left several sets of clothes, a laptop, and a note with a credit card telling me to order whatever I needed from town. The efficiency was impressive, but shopping wasn’t exactly high on my list. Still, it was something.
Not long after, an escort from the hospital arrived for the simple, 10-minute walk from the packhouse. After si
