Kyra
"Kyra. Kyra. Kyra."
I woke up to Will squeezing my hand.
"What's wrong?You ok?" I asked sitting up.
"I'm fine." He chuckled. "Your brother discharged me."
"He's already here? What time is it?" I asked rubbing my eyes.
"It's 9:00." He said.
"How long have you been up for?" I asked.
"I woke up an hour ago. I didn't want to wake you just yet." He said.
"Well. let's get you home." I stood up.
He sat up and groaned.
"Sore?" I asked with a slight frown.
"Yeah. When patients say they're sore after getting their stomach pumped they aren't kidding." He said.
I gave a sad smile and held on to him as he slowly stood up.
"Do you want me get you a wheelchair?" I asked.
"No, I can walk, slowly, just hold on to me." His stubbornness showed.
"God you're stubborn." I scoffed and put his arm on my shoulder.
"Rude." He muttered.
We slowly walked out of the ER and to my car.
I let him off of me and opened his door.
He held onto the car and slowly moved into the car. I closed it and went to my side and we drove off to his apartment.
