It was the fourth day since I was admitted. Today, I was finally getting discharged from the hospital. Finally, I was out of that place that I hated for the very first time in my life. I don’t know, but the smell of medicines did not seem to sit well with me again. I hated that place.

I should have been excited, but my heart was quiet, still carrying the weight of everything that had happened. But gladly, I had people like Dr. Aldrich who had pulled all the strings to make sure my stay at the ...