Cora POV
Removed my joggers and placed them by the chair, then removed my trackpants and folded them carefully, placing them on the chair. The paper covering the examination table rustled as I climbed on and lay on my stomach. The table was cold on my stomach. The smell of antiseptic was strong in the room. Scrubs must have been busy this morning; possibly a small scuffle and some TLC were needed.
Today marks ten days, and it was time for the stitches to be removed. I no longer use the crutches, but that doesn't seem to stop Gunner from finding any excuse he can to hold me or carry me around. Not that I mind getting all that attention. Gunner has been a balm to my bruised heart and has helped keep my mind off what happened, leading me to end up where I am now.
Mind you, I have felt more
