Ava's POV
7:42 a.m. — Mexico, Hospital
I was halfway through breakfast when Dr. Herrera entered my room.
“Good morning, Ava.”
“Morning.”
He checked the monitor before examining my throat.
“How's your breathing?”
“Better. My throat still hurts.”
“That's expected after intubation.
"Your oxygen levels look good, and your latest blood work is reassuring.”
I smiled.
“So I can go home?”
Blaze snorted from his chair.
“Here we go.”
Dr. Herrera chuckled.
“Not quite. I'd like another day of observation before we discuss discharge.”
I sighed.
“Worth a try.”
Tootsie entered carrying my medication schedule.
“Little Mama, you're lucky he's even discussing discharge.”
“I feel fine.”
Blaze raised an eyebrow.
“Darlin', yesterday you fell asleep holding a spoon.”
“I was tired.”
“You
