Chapter 46: Welcome Back, Havana

Michael’s POV

The marble hospital wall felt cold against my white shirt. The hospital was finally allowing Havana to go home. There were rules to it, which included constant monitoring and daily visits from doctors and nurses, but it was still a win.

The wooden door to her room opened as she walked out slowly. The bruises had faded, but seeing her stand was something new to me. Her back was hunched over, and two metal crutches stood on either side of her perfect figure.

“What the hell is that for?” I asked.

I couldn’t stop myself from asking or preventing the anger from rising as I watched her hobble out of the room. No one had told me she’d need assistance walking or standing. I was under the impression that it was just bruises and scratches left and that most of the pain dissipated while she was in her coma.

“Would you relax?” Her voice was soft and sweet, instantly putting my body at ease despite my rage toward the crutches.