บท 61: Loss

Three days later the doctor released Megan to go home. Where she was supposed to recover from her trauma and surgery. There was no recovering from this trauma, only enduring.

The nurse brought her a set of scrubs and slippers to leave the hospital in since her nightclothes had been bloody, and the doctor had cut them off her. Megan didn't care though; she was too busy staring at what had been brought to her an hour earlier.

A grief counselor had also gotten the doctor to allow his office to pick up her prescriptions. Since the counselor was certain she wouldn't bother if discharged without them. The counselor was right.

Megan didn't care. The counselor had recommended that she be checked into the psychiatric ward. He worried since she had no sign of support or help of any kind. He had diagnosed her as suicidal when she hadn't responded to him once over the last couple of days.