Blake wiped the sweat from his forehead for what felt like the tenth time that morning.
Today was finally the day.
Discharge day.
The nurse had already removed his IV earlier, and all that remained was signing a few papers, collecting his medication, and listening to one last lecture about taking it easy for the next month and a half.
His ribs still throbbed with every movement. Even putting on his jacket had been a challenge, forcing him to pause halfway through because stretching his arm pulled painfully at his chest.
"...Almost done."
He reached for his phone while carefully adjusting the strap of his backpack.
The screen lit up.
It was Myles
Will our training sessions stop now?
Blake stared at the message for several long seconds before scratching the back of his head.
"Seriously?"
Yesterday, he'd simply texted Myles that he wouldn't be able to attend training for a while.
Instead of asking whether he was alright...
