Cloe POV
Fixer woke me, startling me; I had briefly forgotten where I was, but it was good news: I was going home. Together, Dotty and Fixer changed my dressing, with Fixer holding me up while Dotty unwrapped me. My stomach looked awful, with blue bruises, some stitches, and what Dotty called keyhole marks from the surgery to remove fragments, and the doctors tried hard not to cut me wide open unless necessary. Dotty explained what she could, but my brain had not caught up yet, and I wasn't with it enough to take it all in, something about my gut being damaged and needing to heal before I can eat solids, and to keep my poop soft. Between Dotty and Fixer, they changed me, and pulled the curtain open to see the back of Storm at the window. He looked tense, but his smile when he saw me waiti
