A soft hum fills the air as the clinic door swings open, and a familiar voice rings out, cheerful as ever.
"Well, well, look who decided to finally visit me again."
I lift my head from where I've been resting against the examination table and find Brooke standing by the door, her hands on her hips, a bright smile stretched across her face.
"Hey, Brooke," I murmur, trying to sit up properly, but my body protests with a wave of exhaustion.
She walks over with an easy grace, her brown eyes scanning me with mild concern. "You know, I was starting to think you were avoiding me," she teases. "It's been, what? A whole month since you were discharged? And not a single follow-up visit?"
I open my mouth, scrambling for an excuse, but before I can get a word out, Cassidy beats me to it.