Alpha & Omega (Alpha's Rejects #4)

I’d been at the hospital for a week, steeped in worry about money and the looming depression. No, not looming. It saturated straight into my soul. Everything as I knew it had changed for the worse. I’d literally have to learn to walk again. They said it would be over a year by the time I finished with my rehabilitation—a year of financial burdens. A year of taking too much time off from work. A year of fear, doubts, and pain.

I still wore the cast, which would come off next week.

How could I even get to rehab? My car was totaled, my family didn’t own any cars, and I didn’t want to ask Harley to cart my ass around. We’d only been dating for three months. It was ridiculous to put so much burden on him.

What I fucking needed was to be left alone in my own apartment and in my own bed. I felt gross and contaminated being in the hospital for so long. I showered and took care of myself with the help of nurses, and I’d already been through some physical therapy—all so that I could do those tasks I’d taken for granted my entire life, which would be more difficult with only one leg. Even so, I needed to take it easy with my concussion.