Isabella’s POV

“You spent hours begging me to sign your discharge papers, and then you end up spending more time here than you do at home,” Sabrina groused as she pushed into my hospital room.

Although technically, it wasn’t my room anymore since I had been discharged. I had needed Sabrina to release me for my meeting with Michael. After hours of me pestering her, she’d finally approved my discharge— and she’d grumbled through the entire ...