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Carly's Story

... Doctor DeLeon. Can I come in?"

"Sure," Carly said, and the doctor walked into her room.

"Wow, you already look a lot better, I can tell the swelling around your eye has gone mostly down and you look like you're in a lot better spirits. How do you feel?"

Carly smiled at the doctor. "A little sore still, but it's not terrible. Nothing I can't deal with."

"Excellent. You're going to be sore for a few more days, but I wanted to go ahead and go over some things with you. First, you have one cracked rib, the other two just have deep bruising. We aren't worried about anything shifting around so there's nothing to do but just let them heal. We set your wrist bone, but it was only a minor fracture so you'll be in a brace for a month. The biggest concern for me was monitoring any brain swelling and watching for a bleed due to the concussion."

With a slightly worried expression, Carly said, "I've had a minor headache, but it comes and goes now. Is that bad?"

"No, not at all, it's actually great. It matches up completely with the CT scan we did this afternoon, and so I am no longer concerned about any further development. You just need to recover, and I think you'll be able to do that much more comfortably at home than you will here. I'm going to draw up your discharge papers, so you're bustin' out of here in the morning! How does that sound?"

"Sounds great, Doctor DeLeon. Thank you!" Although I noticed a hint of worry on her face, betraying what she was trying to ...

... convey to the doctor.

"Ok, great. We'll get you out of here around 7:00. Glad you're doing well, and don't hesitate to call us once you're at home if you start feeling worse."

With that, the doctor was gone, leaving Carly and I alone again. She looked forlorn.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing... I didn't expect to be leaving so soon." She answered.

"But that's a good thing, right?"

"It is."

And she burst out crying. I froze, unsure of what to do or say to her. So I just sat down eye level with her, so at the very least she knew she wasn't alone. She finally started talking, almost at a frantic pace.

"It's just I thought I had another day to figure this out, and I don't have any family or friends here and so I don't have a ride, or clothes, I don't want to go back to work looking like this, and I'm scared of going home and being all alone again!"

Running out of things to say, she collapsed back on the bed and covered her face, continuing to cry.

Meanwhile, my mind was made up instantly. All the questions, concerns, insecurities, and doubts I had evaporated and were replaced by my desire to make sure she knew she had someone that cared.

"No," I said, standing.

Uncovering her face, she looked at me.

"No? What do you mean?" She asked.'

"No. No, I'm not going to let you just go out that door tomorrow by yourself, back into a world of loneliness."

I continued.

"In the morning when they let you out, I'm going to find some clothes, then ...