"Any other details or information you can think of?" the officer asks.
"No, I don't think so. That's about it," I tell him.
"Great. If you remember anything else, I left my number with the nurse. I’ll call you if we find them."
“It might be a while before I get a replacement phone, but I’ll give you my number anyway,” I tell him, then give it to him.
After the conversation is over, I set the phone down and get resettled in bed. Moments later, the door opens, and Dr. Jenner walks in.
"How are you feeling today?" he asks.
"Better. Still in pain, but mostly okay."
"Good to hear. Your stats are looking great, PT said the mobility in your shoulder was already improving, which is fantastic. I’ll put in the order for your release papers so you can be discharged this afternoon."
For the first time since I got here, I smile wide. "Great. That's the best news I've heard all day."
“Figured you’d be happy to hear that,” Dr. Jenner says, then explains he’ll be prescribing me pain meds and some other antibiotics to take home. I thank him once again before he leaves.
When Patricia enters, she looks exhausted, and I tease her, asking if she ran a few marathons today.
“Feels like it,” she says with a light chuckle. "I hear you're getting discharged today. I bet you're ready to go home." Though I can't see her mouth, I can tell she's smiling by how her eyes crinkle at the edges.
I nod. "I definitely am.” I miss Cami like fucking crazy. We still haven’t talked, and I’m eager as hell to get back to her. “Quick question. Are there any pharmacies close by?"
"There's one in Roxbury, but it might take them a while to fill it. They're doing curbside, I believe."
"Okay, uh. Hmm..." I grab the hospital gown I'm wearing. "What about my clothes?"
"I believe they were thrown out. My guess is they had to cut you out of your shirt, and you were probably covered in blood," she explains. "I can check if we have anything that’s been left behind that might be your size. Or you can always leave in the gown."
I let out a huff. "Great. Is there a taxi that can take me around? My family isn't close."
She tilts her head. "Sure, I can call one of them."
"Thank you. You're an angel, Patricia," I say, grinning. She really has been nothing but amazing since I woke up.
Lunch gets delivered as I wait, but it literally looks like something Cami made on a bad day, which isn't saying much. I chuckle at the thought but can't force myself to eat it. Patricia enters with a pair of jogging pants and an oversized T-shirt along with a stack of papers in her hands.
"They're my son's and have been in my trunk for a while now. Might be a little big, but much better than that gown with the open back." She snickers.
"Thank you so much. I'd kiss you if I could."
She laughs. "You're welcome. You remind me of my son, so it's the least I can do."
"You're the best. Seriously," I tell her.
"I have your discharge papers finally. I'll need you to sign in a few places, then you can be on your way. I called a cab for you, and they’ll be here soon. I'm leaving a mask for you to wear while you’re out. Be careful with your sling while you change. Let me know if you need help." Patricia shoots me a wink, then leaves. It takes me a minute to figure out how to do it one-handed, and she's right, they're large, but I'd take this any day of the week over that itchy gown that lets my ass hang out.
While slipping on my shoes, the only items of mine that were left, I notice blood splattered across the top.
I slip the mask over my face, and when I walk out of my room, it feels weird to finally be going home.
When I pass the nurses’ station, I wave goodbye and thank Patricia once again, then make my way to the elevator and go to the lower level.
Once I'm out of the main entrance, I'm shocked to see the nearly empty parking lot. Guess that’s what happens when visitors aren’t allowed, and only emergency surgeries are being done. My anxiety spikes as I sit on a bench and impatiently wait for my ride. All I want to do is talk to Cami and hold her. My dark thoughts appear as the fear of what the future holds consumes me. Is she upset with me? Does she regret the time we had together? Why hasn't she reached out? Everything feels so wrong without her, and I don't know if she's still at the house or what's going on. If anything, I just hope she's safe.
Cami’s the only person on my mind, and I can't stop thinking about her or us. I'm madly in love with her, and I don’t know how much longer I can go on without her knowing. I almost lost the opportunity to tell her, and I don’t want to wait any longer. When I see her, I'll make sure she knows how much she means to me.
The taxi takes forever, and all I want is to return to the cabin to see Cami and our pets, but I need my prescriptions. I also need my laptop, so I can order another phone and check in with my boss. After that, I’ll
