Vincent
The doctors discharged me the next morning.
Everything happened fast after that. Nurses came into the room with papers and medications while security cleared the private floor downstairs. My mother handled most of the conversations and Camilla stayed beside me the entire time like she was afraid I would disappear if she stepped away for too long.
Rachel barely spoke.
She stood near the windows while the doctor explained my prescriptions again. Morning light poured into the hospital suite and reflected against the glass walls and polished floors. The room looked more like a luxury penthouse than a hospital room with expensive flowers filling one corner. A private chef prepared meals for executive patients on this floor. Outside the windows, the city skyline stretched across the
