It's been a week since I got out of the hospital and I am required to be on medication. The idea of my ribs cages being opened and my heart got a mini shock so it would start back up boggled my brain. The marks of the procedure were still there, the stitches nearly dissolved. I sighed and hopped onto the counter, the brace on my leg down just around my knee now. It hurts from time to time, but not as much as when I sometimes dream about the surgery.
But Liam claims it wasn't too bad. But Maria claims he wasn't watching, just crying. I laughed at that part.
Full moon is within twenty-four hours and Azule is resurfacing from my unconsciousness, howling at me for some reason. My brain was going nuts a few hours ago, longing for Liam. He returned to his pack three days ago, not wantin
