Chapter 6

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Hello, my stars

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Hello, my stars. Before starting this, I wanted you all to know I've updated my warnings. I'm telling you this to warn my sensitive readers who might get triggered or uncomfortable.

Warnings: This series will include; possible inaccurate medical procedures and medical setting, gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, suicide mentions, implications of misandry (male misogyny), descriptions of self-harming, accusations of cheating, child death, death of major and minor characters, OC's are used throughout the story for plot and depth, reader is in denial and paranoid, toxic family dynamics, perversive thoughts, reader is bipolar (not saying that in a quirky way, like literally bpd), religious comparisons, demons, stalkers, possibly more to add.

Please note, this series is NOT to romantize, glamorize, normalize, or encourage ANY of this behavior that we see throughout the story. Thank you for reading this section.

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"Alright Ms. (L/N), you're free to be discharged. Do you have a ride home?" her doctor questioned, signing her discharge forms, consenting to the leave.

"Yes, sir." She nodded.

She just planned on driving back home herself. Sure, it was dangerous, but she did come here with a bleeding leg, so she sure as hell can leave with a bandaged one.

"Alright... Good. And, just a little rundown on what you'll need to do. Please keep your leg elevated with your heart whenever possible. I signed for you to get two weeks off work, that way you wouldn't be applying any weight onto your leg. Please keep eating liquids or non-solid for at least a week; so like jellos and puddings and soups. You should know the procedure, we need the inner staples to heal and it'll be good not to tear the stitches." The doctor explained to her.

"I also scheduled a appointment for you to visit me next week so we can hopefully check and remove your staples on your outer stomach if all is good, and if so, we'll decide to give you the green light to eat solids or not. Please avoid wetting or poking the staples and stitches." The doctor spoke, wrapping up his speech.

"Thank you, sir." (Y/N) smiled, taking the discharge papers from the doctor's hands.

"Do you need any help finding the exit?" the doctor questioned as her nurse removed the IV needle from (Y/N)'s veins, placing a piece of cotton on the bleeding hole and medical tape to hold the cotton in place.

"No, sir. I'll be just fine... I have to make a quick visit anyways..." (Y/N) spoke.

The doctor left the room after (Y/N) took the papers from him, the nurse following after the doctor. (Y/N) stood up and resisted the urge to stretch, that would just strain and possibly snap any stitching or stapling.

She looked at the clothes the nurse left on her bedside. (Y/N) snatched the clothes and walked to the bathroom, locking the door. Because her clothes were ruined yesterday with blood and had to be cut in the emergency room, she was given paper scrubs from the hospital to wear. Sure, they sucked and were flimsy, but it was better than leaving naked. Hospitals can only do so much.

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