Discharged

It was the day Abby was supposed to be discharged from the hospital after she slit her wrist.

The air in the room hung heavy with tension as Remo, waited anxiously for the doctor's conclusion. He had been by her side throughout her ordeal, a steadfast presence in the face of her inner turmoil.

Finally, the doctor emerged, his expression grave as he approached Remo. "Mr. Quinn," he began, his voice gentle yet resolute, "your wife's physical wounds are healing well, but it's her emotional well-being that concerns me the most."

Remo's heart sank at the doctor's words, a wave of apprehension washing over him. He had hoped that Abby's hospitalization would mark the beginning of her recovery, but it seemed that the road ahead would be far more challenging than he had anticipated.

"What do you mean?" Remo asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes betraying his fear of what the doctor might say next.