I could finally breathe again.

After days in that hospital bed, staring at the same white ceiling until my eyes hurt, the nurse told me I was being discharged. I swear, I almost jumped out of the bed. My body still ached, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get out of that place. I wanted to feel air again. I wanted to move, even if everything still hurt like hell.

I was packing my things when I heard footsteps coming into the room. It was my father and I needed no one to tell me ...