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Three days passed. The pain got better. The doctor checked my wound every morning. Said it was healing well. No infection. No complications.
Mira stayed with me most of the time. Left only to go back to the compound to shower and change. Came back every morning with Crash or one of the other brothers.
Mom and Dad visited every day. Brought food. Sat with me. Talked about the compound. About the brothers. About the funerals.
The funerals. I'd been thinking about them. About what I'd say. About how to honor five men who'd died fighting for their family.
On the third day, the doctor came in around noon.
"You're healing well," he said. "I think you can go home today. Just take it easy. No heavy lifting. No riding your bike for at least another week. And come back if you notice an
