Jaxon
"I can't wait to get out of here," Sara complained as she sat up in bed, a grumpy look painted on her face. "It's still not fair that you weren't admitted too."
"Some of us have all the luck," I answered, causing Sara to roll her eyes so hard I was sure she'd glimpsed the back of her head.
I chuckled and smiled at her smugly, easing back into my seat as we waited for the doctor to come and discharge Sara. Despite her complaining, she hadn't actually been here that long; she'd only been here for two days for observation. I hadn't felt entirely comfortable leaving her here, especially since we might have just survived an assassination attempt–so, I hadn't.
I had stayed with Sara the entire time, sleeping in a comfortable armchair that the nurses had allowed me to have brought in. I
