OLIVIA
I kept a straight face as I walked into the hospital room.
Enrique was fully dressed which surprised me seeing as the fight from before must have ripped the wound right open.
There was a doctor in the room I had not seen before, holding a clipboard.
Enrique's eyes found mine instantly but I did not return the look. In fact, I was trying my best to ignore him.
"Mrs. Garcia," the doctor said gently, offering a tight smile. "Your husband has requested discharge. He will be moved to home care. One of our team members will check on him twice daily for wound treatment and physical evaluation."
I blinked. "Discharge?"
"Yes. He will need rest and limited mobility, but with care, he should be fine recovering from home."
I turned my gaze to Enrique then. His eyes held softness and pain.
"Can he do that? Request to be discharged when it is clear he is not even half healed"
The doctor shrugged his shoulders and cast a glance in Enrique's direction.
Of course, I thought.
