I’m sitting up in my bed, propped up by a pillow as Natalia does the rest of my packing for me. I’d spent the rest of the night in the hospital, and then got discharged around the early afternoon when I regained consciousness.
Thankfully, none of my injuries were anything serious.
I didn’t have a concussion, but I still needed to rely on painkillers until the slight swelling in the back of my head goes down. I had to get stitches for the cut on my wrist, and treatment for my busted lip.
I sigh, hold the ice pack closer to my numb lip. All for a stupid walk. I should’ve just stayed inside and cracked open the damn window.
Natalia forcefully shoves a packet of my essential oils into the cardboard box.
“Dude? Be careful with my oils.” I complain. I’m almost high on painkillers, else it w
