DEMETRIA

“Thank God! I’m so excited I can finally go home today,” I groaned. After two weeks in the hospital, I was more than ready to leave.

The doctor chuckled. “Yes, Miss Hernandez, but we’ll need to put you in a wheelchair for a while.”

“Oh, hell no! Can’t I just use crutches? I’ve already got a cast on my foot,” I protested.

“You’re hurt, Deme,” Anastasia chimed in, crossing her arms. “Maybe wait a few days.”

I frowned and shot the doctor a pleading look. ...