"We're going to get you out of here as soon as we can Jack" My mom says sitting in the chair next to my bed.
I groan and roll my eyes.
I hated hospitals with a passion and being in one for 2 months didn't help.
"We're trying Jack ok? The doctors say you'll could be out either a week from now or longer. It depends on how you're healing. You're still learning to walk again so I can't promise you anything" She sighs.
I know they just want the best for me and for me to get better. But I just absolutely hate it here.
