Soren
Sleeping was pretty much impossible. Every way that I tried to turn, it hurt more and more. I could see what the doctor meant about moving around. I knew that eventually, it would get better with time for my body to heal, but that didn’t help me now. I wanted to get the hell out of here so that I could see her. Part of me almost didn’t care if the trip to the cabin killed me or not as long as I got to see her one more time.
Cole tried calling Joel, Maverick, and Ace’s phone with no success. The cell reception here sucked, apparently. If one thing could go right, it would be a miracle. Throughout the night, the doc would come in and check on me. Cole assured him that we would be staying until at least morning and worked closely with them to set up at-home care for me, regardless
