675 I Don’t Know How

After nearly another whole month, Ashleigh’s treatments were almost done. There was no more debridement, no more shots or tissue samples being taken. All that was left was some lasering that would help reduce the scarring and some light physical therapy for the muscles that had been damaged.

She had been cleared to leave the hospital, but Ashleigh didn’t want to return to their shared room or the treehouse. So, she stayed in the hospital room until she was done with all treatments.

She sat on the side of the bed. Unzipping her jacket, she looked down at the binder she wore. There were no more bandages, and the wounds were virtually healed. The binder was to help support the core muscles.

Moving back onto the bed, she leaned against the wall and opened the binder. She swallowed as she looked down at her stomach. The wounds were gone, but the scarring left behind was significant.

She swallowed and gingerly touched the scar with her fingertip.