Chapter 143

One week later, Sutton was losing her damn mind. “How are you doing today, Miss Warner?” the nurse chirped as she passed by. “Still trapped in this hospital, no offense,” Sutton muttered with a smile that was at least 20% sincere. “But thank you for asking. Do we know when the doctor is likely to release me?” The nurse chuckled. “Bedrest’s been lifted. That counts as parole. The doctor should be around at 11am or so.” “No,” Sutton called after her softly. “Parole at least means you get to go home.” 11am or so could mean more like 1 or 2pm. One thing Sutton had found out since being here, doctors had their own timetable. In truth, things were improving. Her pain had eased, the bruising was fading, and though her energy wasn’t all there yet… she could stand. Walk without help. Use the bathroom without help, praising whatever gods saw fit to deliver small mercies. They hadn’t needed to take her stitches out because the doctor had used dissolvable ones that take from three to six weeks to