Diana's POV

The day had finally come for me to go to the hospital and get rid of the brace. I couldn't stand spending entire days going back and forth between the couch and the bed anymore. I needed my freedom. I needed to move again, to feel like I had control over my own body.

Isaac managed to come with me. I'd noticed that he'd been working more than usual over the past few weeks. He was visibly tired, sometimes even stressed, although he always hid it and insisted everything was fine.