Your Hope for Healing

Zoe typed for a long time, not because the text was long, but because she deleted it several times. It wasn't easy to talk about something she hadn't thought about in a long time because she wanted to forget it.

[I don't know because I never heard the doctor diagnose it properly. I ran from the hospital before they could diagnose me.]

Zoe gave a short answer as she saw Wolf leaning forward. He couldn't wait to read her response.

"How did you run?" Wolf squinted his eyes in confusion. Of course, as a patient, Zoe should obey the doctor, who would not let her leave before giving a diagnosis.

[I have no money to pay for treatment. I was in a coma for seven months after the accident. I had no health insurance. I couldn't possibly stay in the hospital while the bills mounted, so I left before my treatment was complete.]

Zoe went on, typing longer than she should have. It was tough to remember all that.

Zoe left the hospital when she had regained the use of her arms and legs. She had diffi