The nurse came in with the list of exit questions. “How do you plan on paying for this service, where is the billing address, when can you go to your regular physician for a follow up? Who is your emergency contact?” She wasn’t ready for any of these questions. She honestly had no answers. She was so thankful Tucker was in the restroom so he didn’t have to witness her pathetically dragging through this exit interview.
“The doctor said you could be released as long as you have someone to care for you at home. You are not to be alone for the next 48 hours, and if anything changes you should return promptly.”
The nurse turned to Ann and asked, “You do have somewhere to go, right? Someone to look after you for the next couple of days?”
She nodded yes but knew that wasn’t true. But she did know she could take care of herself, and staying somewhere quiet for a couple of days was kind of alluring.
Tucker came out just as the nurse was leaving. He asked, “Is she all clear to go?”
“Yes sir, whenever she is ready.” Came the nurse’s reply.
She wanted to run. That instinct was never going to leave her. She wanted to avoid his looks of pity when she yet again rank of failure when he realized how discombobulated she was at the moment.
Her clothes were at the cabin and she honestly didn’t even know how to get there. Her keys were in her purse, which was in the Durango parked across town. She needed to find the Durango and return it to the girls. They had her wallet, which meant she had no money to even call a taxi to go home. Her apartment was demolished. She would need to clean it before she finished the lease. And go where? She honestly didn’t want to leave, but staying meant a lot of risk.
Her stomach did a painful flop, and she suddenly got lightheaded. She needed to calm down so she could leave.
Boy her life was a mess.