After a few more days in that hospital I was so happy to finally be released. The bleeding in my brain had stopped and all the scans came back clean. I was good to go.
I still had to take medication while I was at home but otherwise, I was pretty good. I was still really sore. Fractured wrist, broken ankle ect. I knew that it could have been a lot worse. And I knew that the twins were going to be fussing over me like crazy now.
But now that their parents were locked up, it was one less thing to worry about.
When we pulled up out the front of the packhouse I saw guards all around the building. They were definitely on patrol and Zeke helped me out of the car and gave me my crutches.
It hurt to lean on my wrist, but I thought it was better than a wheelchair.
“Are you two f*****g ser
