Evelyn
Alexander and I walk through the main palace. I want to hold his hand, but both of mine are currently busy with the crutches I’m using to walk with my still-casted leg.
Alexander practically had to strong-arm Dr. Zorinski into discharging us so that we could sleep in the same bed together in the privacy of our room. I know for a fact we both wanted to do more than sleep, but between our injuries and our exhaustion, that hasn’t happened quite yet.
That being said, a condition of being discharged earlier than Dr. Zorinski prefers is that we have to report to the hospital wing first thing every morning for a daily exam by her.
“Excited?” I ask Alexander as we make our way down the hall. Several residents and staff members smile at us or give us polite nods as we pass them.
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