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Martin's sargent came back to the hospital later that night before they released me to take Martin to get my suv that was left at the back gate of post when the ambulance took me away. I laid there awaiting my release and for Martin to return from retrieving my vehicle.

Martin returned not to long after he had left. The sargents who brought him to the hospital had went to retrieve my vehicle for us and brought it to his home only five minutes from the hospital which at the time was unknown to me until Martin's quick return. The military police and the gate guards released it to them with the knowledge from Martin was ok for them to do so.

After Martin's return the door to my room opened and the discharge nurse and doctor came back in. The doctor told me to take it easy for the next few days and return if any more extreme bleeding had occured. He also had advised me to follow up with my obgyn the following day to make absolutely sure the miscarriage hadn't done serious damage to my female organs and be checked for possible serious infections that could result in complications after such trama.

The doctor said his goodbyes to Martin and I and exited the room after passing his condolences to Martin and I. The discharge nurse was finishing up telling Martin the last of instructions and reiterating what the doctor had said. Martin signed the discharge papers and grabbed them from the nurse. He then turned and helped me into my clothes one of the sargents wife was so kind as to send with Martin for me to put on since the ambulance had cut mine off.

It was a simple t-shirt and shorts. I was grateful for the generosity of not having to wear a hospital gown home. Martin then grabbed the wheelchair that the discharge nurse insisted that I sit in while exiting the building due to the heavy pain meds that were administered to me. I sat down and we exited the room. Martin said goodbye to the rest of the nurses at the station that was just outside the room I was in and wheeled me down the hall toward the exit.

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