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Chapter 33

Megan

"Do I have to go to school like this?" I questioned my mother. 

"Well, I supposed some more time off could be good for you while you finish healing," she answered thoughtfully. 

"Come on," I groaned. "Even Jared gets to stay home an extra two weeks to heal."

My mother pointed her spatula at me as she asked, "Is this an excuse to spend more time with him?"

I rolled my eyes. 

"Half of me is wrapped up," I shot back. "I literally have a gunshot wound and broken bones I'm healing from. Aren't you supposed to be nice to your patients?" 

"You're my daughter," she retorted. 

"Doesn't the principle of 'do no harm' still apply? You would be doing harm by sending me back to school so soon."

My mom looked at me in amusement. 

"Please?" I dragged out. 

I had stooped to begging. 

I had officially reached a new low in life. 

"I already faxed the doctor's note to your school. You get three weeks to recover, which should give your ribs enough time to heal from the break," she finally revealed. 

"Thank you thank you thank you!" I squealed, hugging her. 

And then groaned in pain. 

She shook her head in amusement and led me to the kitchen table. 

"I spoke with your principal," she continued. "Your teachers will be sending you the lessons and assignments to your email so you don't risk falling too far behind. 

I sighed in relief. 

"You're also excused from PE for the remainder of the term. Luckily for you, you're taking it as an elective, so it won't hurt your GPA," she informed me. 

"Ugh, you're the best," I told my mother. 

She smiled in amusement as she walked over with the breakfast she had cooked. She followed it up with the medication I was supposed to be taking. And to wash it all down, another glass of water. I looked at it with disgust. 

"Just a few more weeks, and you'll be back to normal. Minus the broken wrist, of course," she added. 

"I miss my teenage diet," I sighed. 

My mom pressed a kiss to the top of my head. 

"I know, honey. But let's face it. You're having some champagne problems right now," she pointed out. 

I pressed my lips together, knowing she was right. 

"Jared's going to come over later today. He offered to work with you while the two of you are doing your schoolwork from home. Do listen to him, please," she added with a sigh. 

"What does that mean?" I questioned. "I'm a good student!"

"So is Jared."

I crossed my arms and huffed in annoyance both at the comment my mother had made and at the pain of trying to cross my arms. At least my ribs were starting to hurt less. I could move around a little more often without constant pain. 

I dug into my breakfast, appreciating my mom for making it. While I healed up, I was going to have around-the-clock care. She had gotten some time off from work to care for me while I recovered from my injuries. There wasn't a whole lot that I could do on my own, which frustrated me.