Recovery

It has been two days since and I was recovering nicely. I was being pumped full of antibiotics to ensure my body did not get an infection from the bullet. I also was doing physical therapy and was able to do most everything easily at this point despite the pain. I was determined to not allow Curtis Montgomery to have any more of me and with any luck, I’d be out by Sunday is what the doctors told me.

Blake had been amazing and so supportive. He brought me everything I could use for work and even though the doctors wanted me to rest I still took plenty of opportunities to respond to e-mails, approve projects and set up meetings for next week. I know the doctors frowned on it but even Blake tried to tell them that it would stress me out more if I was too behind at work. I was grateful for how great he was even though part of me felt guilty for how much time I was taking away from his work. He wouldn’t even listen to me though about being alone and he refused to leave from more than t