Chapter 8: Back To School
The next day came and they finally discharged me. I was still limping pretty bad, but at least I could walk now without feeling like my ribs were gonna puncture my lungs or something.
I packed up my stuff, which wasn’t much - just my phone charger and the clothes I had been wearing when I got hit. Oh, and Nina’s lunch container. I couldn’t just keep it, right? That would be weird.
’Man, I’m happy to get out of here,’ I thought as I limped toward the exit. ’I really need to take a shit and nothing beats your own toilet.’
The hospital bathroom situation had been... challenging. Let’s just leave it at that.
I put on some anime music on my phone and called a taxi. The driver kept looking at me in the rearview mirror like I was gonna die in his backseat or something, but whatever. I just wanted to get home.
When I finally got to my apartment, I unlocked the door and walked inside. That sweet home smell hit me immediately - you know, that specific scent every place has that you don’t notice until you’ve been gone for a while.
’God, it’s good to be back,’ I thought, dropping my bag by the door.
I went straight to the bathroom first, obviously. Priorities.
Then I limped over to the couch and just sat there for a minute, looking around my place. It felt weird being back. Like everything was exactly the same but somehow different.
Maybe it was just me that was different.
I looked at Nina’s lunch container sitting on my kitchen counter where I had left it. ’Well, I guess I could make something for her in return.’