Chapter Seven
Elias
Two weeks later
“Elias!”
At the sound of that cheerful voice, I turned, catching sight of Violet Hamilton. I’d gotten to know Violet pretty well because she’d drawn my blood several times over the last few months.
“Hey, Vi,” I said as I paused in the hallway at the hospital
“You’re looking good,” she said as she stopped in front of me with a bright smile. Her dark hair was pulled back, and she wore a neon pink scrubs top with a ponytail holder to match. “No cast.” She glanced down at my left foot before lifting her hand for a high five.
I smacked my palm against hers as I chuckled. “Finally.”
“I’m glad. I know it got frustrating with that setback,” she replied.
“I hope I never break my ankle again,” I said fervently.
“Right, ankle breaks are a pain in the a—”
