"Are you absolutely certain about this, Mrs. Thorne?" Dr. Ian—not Mills, as Kaelen had corrected me—asked for what felt like the hundredth time. He was hovering over my discharge papers, pen suspended mid-signature.
I nodded emphatically from my wheelchair. "More certain than I've ever been about anything. If I stay in this hospital one more day, I might go clinically insane."
It had been four days since I'd regained consciousness, and while my miraculous recovery had baffled the medical staff, I was more than ready to leave the sterile white walls and antiseptic smell behind.
Kaelen stood beside me, one hand resting protectively on my shoulder. "I assure you, Dr. Ian, she'll receive the best possible care at home."
