He'd been in the hospital for a week before the doctor came out and said they'd done everything they could.
And apparently the last thing worked, because he was absolutely fine and definitely using "recovering from mortal wounds" as an excuse for hogging Natalie's couch twenty-four-freaking-seven.
As horrible as it sounded, she almost wished he were still in a coma.
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