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Chapter 34

Megan

"You're healing faster than expected," the doctor was saying. "I want you to take it easy, but I'm happy to clear you for light exercises."

"Does this mean I can go on walks?" I asked. 

He nodded. "Try not to jostle your shoulder too much. I'm happy to give you a sling if that would help, but I think some movement will actually help the tissues rebuild faster."

"Anything else?" I asked him. 

"I'll give you a refill for your prescriptions, but other than that, you're good," he answered. 

"Wait, would it be for all of them?" 

He nodded. 

"I'm okay without the painkillers," I told him. "I'm not in pain as often anymore, and I don't like how they make me feel. I feel like I don't have control over myself."

"I can understand that. I see that your psychiatrist recommends the sleeping pills still. Are you okay with that?" 

I nodded, not trusting that I could sleep without aid. Since starting therapy, my mental health had been getting worse. But apparently, I wasn't supposed to shove the trauma down and pretend it never happened. Who would've thought?

"I'll see you again in two weeks," he said to me. 

I smiled politely and followed him out, relaxing a little. 

I had managed to avoid Jared, using my injuries as an excuse. But really, I had wanted to make sure the pill hadn't given me any adverse side effects. I knew I would have to tell Jared about the pill and the visit, soon. 

"You ready to go home?" my mom asked.

"Yeah, but I need to pick up my meds first. They're fine with me not renewing my pain meds," I told her. 

"That's great, honey. Are you sure you don't want them?" 

"I'm sure. They feel too strong," I admitted. "I think some Tylenol or Advil would do the job, and I would still feel like myself."

My mom ran a hand through my hair. It had been down to my hips, and now it was barely longer than my collarbones. It felt weird, not having the length anymore, but managing it really had been easier. I was glad I didn't have to rely on someone all the time. 

We picked up my prescriptions and drove home, both my mom and I lost in thought. 

"I invited Jared over for dinner, if that's okay. I thought you'd like to have a distraction," my mom said as we pulled up to the house. 

"Thanks, Mom. Are you going out tonight?" I asked. 

She nodded, her cheeks turning pink. 

I gasped. "Are you going on a date?"

She bit her lip. 

"Mother!" I gasped. "What are you guys doing?" 

"We're meeting for dinner and drinks," she admitted. "In disguise, of course. It's still not totally safe."

I nodded in understanding but smiled. I was happy for my parents. It was definitely an odd situation, but I was happy they were trying again. 

"Is that okay?" she asked, parking the car. 

"Mom, I'm happy for the both of you," I told her honestly. "You two deserve it."

She beamed at me. 

We walked into the house and set things away. I told her I was going to change my clothes and walked into my room to change into something more comfortable. I wanted to dress nicely for Jared tonight, but my options were limited. I walked over to my closet, looking at what options I had.