Gwen's POV My discharge took longer than I wanted. Ten days in the hospital. Ten days of tests, physical therapy, and doctors checking every last detail before they finally cleared me. But now I was leaving, for real. Nick helped me into the car with exaggerated care, like I might shatter with one wrong move. "I'm fine," I assured him for the tenth time. "You can relax." "You literally came out of a medically induced coma a few days ago," he shot back, reaching across to fasten my seatbelt himself. "I'm going to keep being careful, thanks." I smiled despite the frustration simmering under my skin. I hated feeling fragile. The drive back to the apartment was quiet and smooth. Nick drove slowly, avoiding potholes, keeping the conversation light. When we pulled up in front of the building, the doorman hurried over. "Miss Kensington!" he greeted me with a warm smile. "It’s so good to see you back. We were all worried." "Thank you, Carl," I said, genuinely touched. W
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