Swish, swish! Hi there, handsome! Looking for a little... gamble? writhes sensually on a stripper's pole winks
WittyGot
paces back and forth, gripping his phone God, I hope she made it through.
The doors to the operating room open, and a doctor steps out with an update
WittyGot
rushing to the doctor Doctor, how is she?
somberly She's in critical condition, but she's stable for now. We've managed to stop the bleeding and remove the bullet, but she's lost a significant amount of blood and is currently unconscious. We need to monitor her closely for any signs of complications. She may need further surgery depending on how well her body reacts to the trauma.
WittyGot
stunned Jesus... Is there anything else I can do?
Yes, you can go see her in recovery, but be warned, she's still under the influence of anesthesia so she might not wake up right away. Also, she'll need plenty of rest and care in the days to come. If you need any assistance, please don't hesitate to ask.
WittyGot
nodding, determined Thank you, doctor. I'll stay by her side no matter what.
StardustNomad enters the recovery room and sees Tara lying fragile and pale on the hospital bed
WittyGot
approaches Tara's bedside, gently touching her hand Tara... you're gonna pull through this.
Tara slowly stirs, her eyes fluttering open
WittyGot
whispers, emotional Tara... you're awake.
groggily StardustNomad... I'm... I'm alive. weak smile Those assholes didn't stand a chance.
WittyGot
smiles, relieved You're strong, Tara. Damn right, you made it.
weak laugh Guess I'm tougher than those thugs thought. But damn, that hurts like hell. winces
WittyGot
softly You're gonna be okay. Just take it easy. We've got a long road to recovery, but you've made it through the worst.
attempting to sit up, wincing in pain Thanks... StardustNomad. I owe you big time. But fuck, that pain medication is no joke.
WittyGot
supports Tara gently Take it slow, Tara. You'll need to rest those muscles. Let's get you comfortable.
Days later, StardustNomad helps Tara discharge from the hospital and takes her back to his place
WittyGot
helping Tara into the passenger seat Alright, Tara. We're gonna take it easy at my place. Just let me know if you need anything.
At StardustNomad's place, he sets up a comfortable spot for Tara and brings her meals and medication
WittyGot
bringing a tray with soup Here, Tara. This should help you feel better. Just take it slow on that, alright?
As days pass, Tara gradually improves, starting to regain her strength and mobility
WittyGot
cheerful Look at you, Tara. You're getting stronger every day. Soon, you'll be back on your feet.
smirking Hell yeah, I will. Those bastards won't know what hit 'em when I'm back in full swing. But first... winces I need to heal properly.
WittyGot
laughs softly Trust me, Tara. You'll get there. Just focus on recovery for now. And remember, I'm always here if you need anything.
One month after the incident, Tara starts going to therapy to cope with the trauma
WittyGot
supportive Hey Tara, how are you feeling today? Ready for your session?
nods, determined Yeah, let's do this. Therapy's gonna help me kick these memories and anxieties to the curb.
WittyGot
encouraging That's the spirit, Tara. I'm proud of you for taking this step.
As Tara progresses in her therapy, she starts to live more freely and confidently