Lola's POV On a Thursday evening, a female nurse crouched in front of me, adjusting the gold-rimmed glasses resting on her nose before carefully examining the wound on my waist. "Miss, how are you feeling today?" She asked. "Much better," I answered honestly. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “I can tell”. After a moment, she peeled away the bandage with her gloved hand. "It's healing beautifully. You won't need these anymore." I instinctively lowered my gaze. The ugly wound that had once stretched painfully across my waist had faded into a slightly thick pink line. Without thinking, my fingertips lightly touched the healed skin. “So...." I looked at her hopefully. “Does that mean..” "You can move around freely now," she finished. "Just avoid anything too strenuous for another few days.” "You can resume your normal routine, but don't lift heavy objects, don't overexert yourself, and avoid sudden movements.” Relief bursted through me so suddenly that
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