“I’m getting to go home?” Serenity asked. She knew she sounded like a kid who’d just been told she was going to Disney World, but she couldn’t help it. She was so very ready to be back in her own room and her own bed.
“Yes,” May answered. “Your tests were all normal, and the wound is healing nicely. I need your signature on a few forms.”
Serenity took the offered ink pen and stack of papers. There were little sticky arrows all over the place showing her where she needed to sign. Five pages later, she was beginning to wonder if the stack of papers were like those trick candles that you can never blow out. Maybe every time she signed a paper, another one appeared on the bottom of the stack. Perhaps that was a ridiculous notion, and she was proven correct when she finally signed the last sh
