Starting Over

Dante. Three weeks later… Azalea was sitting upright on her bed, her bare legs dangling over the side of it as she slurped on her cup of steaming noodles. She has progressed from living off liquids to soft foods, finally, and she was now able to eat by herself. However, she still had a long way to go until complete recovery, but after some x-rays this morning, it seems she was doing exceptionally a lot better than I expected the results would be. Her bones had primarily been mended, but there was a fractured bone that would require surgery to fix it. In typical cases, this would be done as soon as possible, but Lisa was adamant that Azalea had to pull through first and regain some strength before she could go under surgery. The horrendous black bruises all over her body had now faded to a light brown, almost entirely gone, and she seemed to be more at ease. “These are so good,” she sighed delightedly, placing down her empty cup on the bedside table. “There’s more of that if you want,”