Scarlett POV
Three days in this sterile hospital room and my body finally felt like it belonged to me again.
Not perfect- my ribs still ached if I twisted wrong, and the bruises under my skin had faded to that ugly yellow-green stage, but good enough to get the hell out.
I shoved the last of my things into the duffel: a couple of soft T-shirts, the sweatpants Delaney had brought, the half-empty bottle of pain meds the nurse had already lectured me about. Delaney was downstairs finishing the discharge paperwork.
The second she walked back through that door, we were grabbing authentic food.
Something that didn’t come on a plastic tray with a sad little apple.
I was folding my jacket when the door opened behind me.
Footsteps. Soft. Deliberate.
“Delaney,” I said without turning. We’
