Maya's POV Healing was fucking boring.The first few days were the worst.My ribs hurt, my shoulder hurt, my head hurt, and apparently, even breathing had become an extreme sport.I couldn't laugh without wincing, sneeze without cursing, walk without wanting to die, or get out of bed without questioning every decision that had led me to that moment. Hell, I’d been practically glued to the bed. At this point, I was still deciding whether my body was a dramatic son of a bitch or just a traitor.Probably both.The first week crawled by.Literally.I slept, ate, took my medications, complained, slept some more, and the shitty cycle repeated itself.That was basically my schedule.Anna checked on me constantly, making sure I ate enough and took whatever medication the doctor had prescribed. Every time she asked how I was feeling, my answer was the same."Like shit."Apparently, that wasn't medically descriptive enough. Well, maybe doctors needed to expand their medical dictionaries.She e
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